I Heard You Coming

The other day I popped by to see my Dad. Always a treat - even for a curmudgeon.

What I wasn't expecting when he greeted me at the door was "I heard you coming." Apparently Jimi Hendrix, playing dutifully at volume through a 400-watt sound system that makes the rear-view mirror useless (way too shaky from the bass) could be heard INSIDE HIS HOUSE.

We are talking a beautiful, relaxed suburban setting here - my humble car was broadcasting Jimi some 100 feet away with the windows closed. Zounds!

I know my Sainted wife always claims I don't hear her when she's talking to me, but maybe she's on to something. So I tested this "theory" by playing Jimi on my home stereo at appropriate Hendrix volumes (you, dear readers, no doubt recall the damage Who volume can do to wall-mounted plates) and walked outside.

Uh oh. I could hear it out front on the street...with all the windows closed.

Cool.