I’ve gone silent.  It’s not that I’ve had nothing to say, just that there seems to be little time to say it.  Maybe that’s a lie.  Maybe it’s not a lie.

As I get older, I find that it’s more and more difficult to find times of silence.  Even when everything seems to be silent, there is a dull hum that often times sounds like a roar.  The heat runs.  The heat stops running.  A plane flies over head.  A car goes by.  Mr. Grey cries out in the middle of the night.

Last week we went to visit my wife’s family in Charlotte, NC.  I don’t think I can count a minute of silence on the whole trip.  

I want to find a place where I cannot hear any man made sounds.  Can you tell me where that is?