old-fashioned ways of spreading the news
Every evening here at 7:30pm, the bells of the local church ring. This is normal. In fact, quite convenient: we call these the "pajama bells", and it is then time for the girls to get ready for bed.
Tonight, as I was telling them stories, suddenly the bells started ringing again. LOUD. LONG. In fact, they're *still* going (probably about 15 minutes later.)
It took me a while to figure out what was likely going on, but as soon as I had kissed the girls goodnight, I went to the internet and yep, indeed, it seems that we've got a new pope. It's funny that in this day and age of the internet, one way to get news is still via ringing churchbells...
Tonight, as I was telling them stories, suddenly the bells started ringing again. LOUD. LONG. In fact, they're *still* going (probably about 15 minutes later.)
It took me a while to figure out what was likely going on, but as soon as I had kissed the girls goodnight, I went to the internet and yep, indeed, it seems that we've got a new pope. It's funny that in this day and age of the internet, one way to get news is still via ringing churchbells...