Harry Belafonte's voice calling out, 'Day-o! Day-ay-ay-o!' was the first sound we heard from the record player. The long notes seemed to echo from some distant, foggy morning. It stopped me in my tracks.
Our dad had bought a 'hi-fi' which stands for high fidelity. (Miriam-Webster defines this as the reproduction of a sound or image that is very faithful to the original.)
Belafonte went on to sing 'daylight come and me want to go home'.
A few years ago, a living voice floated through my open window. There was a big plum tree outside, and a building with blinded windows; there was nothing to give away the source of the haunting call, a call that wasn't very different from Belafonte's plea.
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