I miss the sound of my father's Alpha Romeo car horn when I was a child. He had several Alphas over the years, but this one was Italian red and imported from Italy in the 1970s. The horn had a distinctive sound, a beeb, beeb in sort of an alto range. My Dad would hit the car horn twice on Sunday mornings when he came to pick my sister an…
I miss the sound of my father's Alpha Romeo car horn when I was a child. He had several Alphas over the years, but this one was Italian red and imported from Italy in the 1970s. The horn had a distinctive sound, a beeb, beeb in sort of an alto range. My Dad would hit the car horn twice on Sunday mornings when he came to pick my sister and I up at our mother's house for our Sundays together. (My mother didn't like it that he would beep the horn.) Dad sold real estate, and sometimes he would be in the neighborhood where my school was, showing houses to clients. He would hit the horn twice anytime he passed my school, and I knew it was him passing by outside, and he was thinking of me.
I miss the sound of my father's Alpha Romeo car horn when I was a child. He had several Alphas over the years, but this one was Italian red and imported from Italy in the 1970s. The horn had a distinctive sound, a beeb, beeb in sort of an alto range. My Dad would hit the car horn twice on Sunday mornings when he came to pick my sister and I up at our mother's house for our Sundays together. (My mother didn't like it that he would beep the horn.) Dad sold real estate, and sometimes he would be in the neighborhood where my school was, showing houses to clients. He would hit the horn twice anytime he passed my school, and I knew it was him passing by outside, and he was thinking of me.
This is such a wonderful example -- Thank you!