Simmy and Youthful were at the Dutch Dime Store in the Ashkenazic city where Horn and Sun Ray lived. The city was experiencing a power outage and Sun Ray was stuck in a hairdressing chair unsure if she would be getting a perm or not.
Horn had taken a taxi back to his house having forgotten some things and, on the way, he had listened to the sad story that the taxi driver told... of her own fathers' death just this week.
Simmy had run into an old acquaintance from her youth who informed her that Sally, who worked hard to get the genealogy book into print, had passed away earlier this week as well.
It was a two bugles kind of day... one bugle was sounding for the taxi man and the other for Sally Genealogy. As Simmy thought about the simplicity of the bugle... it has no valves or pitch- altering devices... all pitch control is done through the player varying their embouchure.
The use of facial muscles and the shaping of the lips is the path to changing embouchure. One could think of it as the difference between a funereal sound and a celebratory one... a sad face or a happy one.
The bugle pitch this week was blowing a mournful sound for these two but, as Simmy arranged the horn napkin rings... she thought of the legacy that each one had left behind.
That is what would be celebrated! The service that each had given to the world.
When Simmy got back to the city, Sam was napping on the sofa and it looked like he was beating down the infection in his tooth.
"Hey, I got a free bag of bugles from work today," he said.
Simmy grimaced, "Well, at least those bugles you can feast on."
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