If we had arrived slightly earlier to the antique show I could be the owner of a portable foghorn right now. :/ The confusion I could be causing the houses along the lakeshore on foggy nights.
Look at it! So much potential tomfoolery in an easy-to-transport package!
So this is a good place to tell this story. My maternal grandfather ran a sporting goods store for many years and traded and bought and sold all kinds of things, and somewhere he ended up with a steam train whistle. The town where they had the business had once had a busy train line, but the tracks had been gone for decades. Now aside from the store he also ran the school buses for the district, so the store was on one side of the building and the bus garage was on the other. They had a serious air compressor for the buses, and sometimes my uncle would open the bay door, hook up the train whistle to the compressor, and blow the whistle in perfect "approaching a town" cadence. Then he'd disconnect it, close the bay door, and then mosey outside to see people coming out of their houses and staring confusedly around them.
