For whom the bells toll
If you don't have a religious upbringing, you wouldn't even recognize these. It would just sound like bells.
Oh, now it's Amazing Grace.
I love the bells.
Now it's God Bless America.
When the realtor took me on a tour of the apartment back in July of 2003, I asked him if the bells in the church ever rang. He stopped and looked at me and obviously didn't know what the right answer was. I laughed and said, "I love bells." And he said, "Oh, well then, you'll love to live next to Holy Cross."
There's a flourish of bells that starts and ends these medleys Sometimes it gets stuck in my head, which is fine by me. Also, at certain times, a single bell tolls. As luck would have it, it tolls every weekday morning at 8:30, right when I have to leave for work. If I'm not ready to go by the time the bell starts, I'm pretty much going to be late.
There is a church not far from here that plays piped-in, fake bells. The recording sounds tinny and terrible. On a clear day I can hear that other church too and I'm sad for the abutters in that neighborhood. I can see how the fake bells could make a person hate bells. But up here on Suffolk Street, gosh, it's just beautiful.