I remember when I was in about 4th grade my dad taught me how to whistle in the kitchen when my baby brother was asleep in a back room. The whole family was egging me on. Suddenly I whistled as loud as a train and woke up the baby and everybody was mad at me.
Now my nose whistles involuntarily, and nobody appreciates that, either, especially when they're trying to sleep.
As I'm writing this, I'm thinking of all the possible links I could make: Whistler (painter), whistle-stop campaign trips, blowing the whistle (on Lyme funding), whistling in the dark, whistling as an act that feminists deplore, the great intro to the Andy Griffith show...
Althouse had a neat reference yesterday to the fact that there aren't any great whistlers any more.
She hasn't heard my nose at night.