Whistling

I play hockey some Sunday mornings with a group of adult guys from Delaware. They talk about divorces and their wives and kids and real jobs and being old and things like that. It's an interesting change. One of the guys is a heart surgeon I believe.

On the way back, when I was making a left turn onto (I think) Barley Mill Road and I had to stop at a red light. I don't know why but I looked into the car to the left of me in the other turn lane, and the people caught my attention. It was a dad, I think dressed in a collared shirt, and his daughter, maybe twelve years old or so, looking like she about to go to a pool party. He was teaching her how to whistle by putting your fingers into your mouth. I suppose he knew how to do it pretty well. I didn't look too much because I didn't want to be a creeper but she looked like she was having some trouble. I think I remember seeing her one time try and then just give up laughing very hard, her dad doing exactly the same. I don't know if she learned it in the time that I was there or not - it seemed like a very long light - but I remember catching them again when the light turned green and she wasn't trying to whistle anymore, they were just talking.

Peace out.