When it comes to bells, a few things come readily to mind. Growing up in the city, we always had door bells, and a couple were rather musical. Our Stevens Avenue and Coyle Stret bells were both melodious in their sounds. Certainly the large rooms at 27 Coyle sent echoes ringing throughout the house. I could even hear the ringing way up on the third floor. Out here in the country, there ain't no such thing as a doorbell. Heck, we don't even have a knocker. Well, to be perfectly honest, we have one that's never been hung. I see no need, really. Visitors out here are few and far between, as they say. Now, if I was Navy man I'd know all about bells. They marked a seaman's watch time. Each bell represented a 30 minute watch time. So four bells would mark 2 hours. I think I have that right. Here's something I know I have right. Hemingway's novel, For Whom the Bell Tolls was a memorable book for me and certainly a prominent placard of my high school's Junior year. By the way, it 'tolls for thee".