We're on 'vacation' this week, staying with my sister-in-law ('vacation' because this is never a relaxing trip for me because my brother-in-law is an obsessive neat freak - to give you an idea, on a previous trip, I got up to go to the bathroom and came back maybe too minutes later to find my newspaper had been taken to the garage and sorted into the recycling bins - but beside the point).
Last night, my wife wanted to walk down to the beach to watch sunset. Walking down the street, I started to hear a thumping noise, and sure enough, about halfway down, there was a band practicing in what looked like a detached building at one of the houses. On the way back, we stopped and listened for a bit. Nice to find kids still doing the old school way. I thought about walking in and knocking on the door, but then I thought a strange old guy popping in uninvited might not be the most welcome thing.