
By C. MacDonald
My grandfather had a unique whistle he used to welcome in the New Year. It was so loud, you could hear it all over San Francisco. He and his three other brothers even had their own whistling language, growing up in the city-by-the-bay. They were able to communicate with each other through their whistles. Read more…>
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