FOG

I wonder who first coined the word "fog". Must have been a primitive sort of individual, perhaps a caveman, who was looking for a word to describe the phenomenon to explain why he blindly bumped into another caveman.

"Excuse me comrade Six Toes. I got lost in the....hmmm, what is this crap....guess I'll call it 'fog'".

Thus, fog was invented.

Last night was a particularly foggy night on the harbor. As such, I was awoken at 2 a.m. to the sound of fog horns bellowing out their cautionary cries to those trying to find their way through the damp mass.

Beeeeeeee-owwwwwwww.
Beeeeeeee-owwwwwwww.
Beeeeeeee-owwwwwwww.

It must have been a dandy fog as the horns kept sounding for several hours. And I listened to every wonderful bellow.

There's something wonderful about the sound of a fog horn, particularly to me since I've not heard one in many years. It brought back memories of a trip to Maine where the wife and I stayed in an old home on a small bay. One night during our stay the fog rolled in. This fog was of legendary proportion and was more like a blanket, rendering everything barely visible beyond about 10 feet. Sprinkled within this blanket of fog were thousands of fireflies who were also trying to find their way through the heavy mass of low-hanging clouds. It was very memorable.

And, similar to last night, the fog horns bellowed loudly.

At 3 a.m. this morning, after listening to an hour of fog horns, I thought that it might be great fun to have a car horn that sounded like a fog horn. Being the overly obsessive-compulsive type, I rushed to my computer and Googled the description of what I was seeking.

Nothing.

Even J.C. Whitney, which carries every car gadget known to man, didn't carry one. In utter disappointment I returned to bed and fell into a deep sleep while the fog horns sounded in the distance.

I had a dream. I dreamed about the idea of a car horn that sounds like fog horn.

And how truly stupid an idea that is.


Readers, enjoy your day.