For those of you who use the horn as a car locator, a beacon of noise for your blind eyed stagger thru life with too many things of too small moment. For those who think the horn is a doorbell saving your ass from wiggling up the stairs. For those of you who think the horn can’t be heard, that you are to be ignored, just as you would remain ignorant of me. Beware. The sound you make in what you treat as your private parking lot, that place is in my sight. It is my front porch, and you leave your car in my care. Beware. The noise you hear may be one hand laughing.