I was sitting at my desk Friday, tapping out a few scripts, when I heard it coming from behind me.
It could only be Phil Speliopoulos, with whom I’ve worked for 17 years. Phil’s the only whistler at the station.
You don’t hear much random whistling of a tune anymore. Not a clue why. Maybe it’s a lost art, if it was ever an art to begin with.
But I will offer up a whistling classic.