tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35417734.post8591871053363940179..comments2023-08-18T05:23:03.119-05:00Comments on Uncle Warren's Attic: UW's Attic #19: Historic soundsWarren Bluhmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12303728692605389911noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35417734.post-79480833372712730972007-01-22T17:50:00.000-06:002007-01-22T17:50:00.000-06:00It ain't no steam engine, but late on summer night...It ain't no steam engine, but late on summer nights, I can hear the roar and whistle of the Amtrak train drift up the hill, across the Pacific Coast Highway, and through my bedroom window. It's one of the glories of living where I do.<br /><br />And speaking of "sounds you don't hear much anymore" and old vinyl, a few years back, when my niece Lizzy, age 7 or 8 at the time, was chattering on endlessly, I told her, "You sound just like a broken record." She gave me a puzzled look that I'll never forget. "What the heck's a record, Uncle Wally?"Wally Congerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01324805816842649240noreply@blogger.com