Loons

My family used to have a vacation house in the Maine woods. The house was on a pond and one of my strongest childhood memories is of the family of loons that lived there. At night, while lying in bed I'd hear them calling for one another. They sounded like sirens; whooping, shrilling sirens.

I was reminded of those birds last night as I laid in bed listening to Pat O'Brien going through withdrawl. His room is right next to mine. The sounds he made were very loon-like. And if it weren't for his maniacal references to Eskimos and Billy Bush, it would have been just like being back in Maine.