Those of us who value the country life in our small communities in the Northwoods are surrounded by peace and tranquility. Here in my home the stillness of the morning is broken by a thundering sound from above, the approach of a helicopter flitting over the rooftop of my house. I know it is to be the air transfer of a patient from the hospital. It throttles back and in a few minutes the noisy bird takes off and heads to the cities.
This is infrequent, but it calls me to its attention, and I begin to think how different this is from the way of life in a big city. One would hardly notice sounds of planes and police sirens among the constant noise of the traffic.