The Yorkshire Tornado and I moved into a house about 11 years ago in a quiet neighborhood in Windsor. Shortly thereafter, I began hearing a thrumming noise periodically — sometimes faintly, sometimes quite loudly. Checked local roads, rail lines, even nightclubs — couldn't find any reasonable source. Sometimes Joyce could hear it when I did, sometimes she couldn't. I heard it often enough so I think she started to think I was a little barmy.

The noise continued for years. It would come and go all through the spring, summer and fall, but I never heard it in winter.

Finally, about two years ago, we were having a late-night gab with friends whose house is about 100 yards from the Detroit River and the thrumming started, quite loudly. I stopped the conversation, asked if others could hear it.

Our host — who is almost deaf as a post without his hearing aid — said "Oh, that's just a ship going up the river. The screws send shock waves into the bank and Windsor's good old clay acts like a drum."

Some drum — our house is about a mile in a straight line from the river.

david