Where I grew up, there weren’t any church bells that I could hear from my house, but there was one in the center of town near the municipal recreation center, where I spent many hours of my youth. As a kid, I became quite fond of that Big Ben tune that preceded the hourly chimes.
Stairway to Heaven
Rose at my son’s daycare. Entirely edited on phone.
3yo: “How old will you be on your birthday?”Me: “I’m 34 now, what comes after that?”3yo: “50.”Yeah, that’s pretty much it.
May the Bother be with you.