On a summer evening in Duluth, my friend, Josh, and I were sitting on a couch we had hauled out on to the lawn so we could drink beer and count cars in luxury. It was better than the concrete of the front steps we were used to.
During a lull in traffic, I asked, "Do you think people hundreds of years ago spoke more quietly than we do now?"
"Like in whispers?"
"No, just not as loud.""I don't think you and I are talking that loud."
"But we have to be." I pointed out at the empty street. "That wasn't around a couple hundred years ago."
"We adapted," Josh said.
I nodded. "Makes you wonder how quiet people used to be."
Josh smiled. "Or how much louder we're going to get."
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