Last night for about the 4th time in a week we had this incessant musical tone go off. The 8 notes are familiar, what you'd hear from an antique clock when it strikes.

Richard and I first thought it was an ice cream truck going through the neighborhood because it happened in the afternoon, then it happened at night, later, then later. We began to think this ice cream person was up to no good, scanning people's wi-fi? selling drugs? We had several stories going.

Last night rather late it started to go off again, at uneven intervals. I would get up from my desk and look out in to the darkness and it would stop, I would go back and begin to work, it would start again. I began to get paranoid, was this ice cream man playing with me? I went out to the back of the house and heard it booming through out the neighborhood. It continued then regularly for a good hour or so. I called Richard at his office and left a message about what was going on. He took the recording of my call, altered my voice, and made this little piece of happy and sent it to me later last night:

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