Pop had a cowbell hanging from the doorknob on the front door. Back then unless you were a bank or a jewelry store you did not have an alarm system.
Bronze cowbell.
Debi's hometown is surrounded by train tracks. If the stars are aligned against you, it would take a half hour to drive across a small town's downtown.
Playing golf as a teenager in the early morning as the sun is barely up has a special set of sounds. On the First Tee you can hear the rumble of the mowers four holes ahead. Birds. Geese. Crows from a nearby farm. And everything is muted by the morning dew. And then you hear the crack of your persimmon driver hitting a golf ball stuffed with rubber bands.
And then the sound of your friend saying" I think you're in the creek on the left."