Submarine Sounds

Captain Nemo, please report to my living room.

In the dark, still moments of the evening, once my havoc-wreaking son is in bed, I often hear the echoing tones of a submarine’s sonar: boop, boop, boop.

It’s a strange sound to hear in my living room in Pennsylvania, a good 443 feet above sea level.

Tonight, Mike and I were eating brownies and commiserating about how tired we were and how much work we had to get through before bed. Then there it was: boop, boop — a sound effect from “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.” I half expected to hear “Dive, dive!”

I looked around, confused.

Mike laughed. “It’s just the cuckoo clock,” he said. He was right: it was 10 p.m., and the eerie chime of our neighbor’s clock was sounding through our homes’ shared wall.

Maybe not a warning about giant squids, then — maybe just a soft reminder of the passing of time.

Article © 2007 by Stacey Duck