Read Time - 3 Minutes
The last thing my 11-year old daughter needs is a megaphone. Pretty much the entire western hemisphere is within earshot if she chooses to be heard. And without the aid of any amplifying device.
So it’s not unusual for me to intervene in an attempt to turn down her volume, as was the case the other evening. For whatever reason—I gave up asking why a long time ago—she was outside, “singing” into the narrow end of a funnel normally reserved for bird feeder fill-ups, directing her boosted voice at no one in particular. Except perhaps anyone within a three-mile radius.
“Have mercy, child!” I managed over the din. “Can you maybe dial it down? Try more James Taylor and less Ozzy Ozbourne.” But, alas, her crazy train could not be derailed.
So I exercised the only remaining option: I went back inside. And thought about funnels, of course. And how they can be used. Or used differently. Which made me think about Devo. (It’s how my mind works, don’t judge!)