Just as with scent, the blog beforehand, sound. You are to hear the mory around you. Your life.

Or ghosts.

Understand that before Thomas Edison got his lightbulb…record player…nearly the telephone…damn that bell guy.. then later Gary bell sold chili dogs and kept the sauce as taco sauce!! Taco Bell! Anyways there was gas lights. You light you car! Headlights. It took til the magneto…not our modern no alternator…magneto. Thus cars to 1950’s and early sixties were 6 volt systems not today’s 12 volts… You “flicked” your Bic. Listen to the pumping sound. It’s highly flammable obviously electricity is safer. But living at night when you got home from the grind…

Notice how we make less boring yet lose the street car sounds entirely… The air pump for the brakes and the clunky of that brake and the clunky it’s so loud of the simple switching to run it. For shitty jazzy music. Whoopy.

Because I’m luckier, here’s a video where they highlight those sounds more. You tell me which immersed your interests… Jazzy tour or clattering clunking screeching reality.

Thus, the notice is what it sounded of.

A ride.


By Starman Jones

Everything and Nothing interests me. I cook read, write and even have to clean. I SHOULD NOTE: I'm 40 something.

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