I can thank Jill G. for teaching me how to whistle in 5th grade. We sat at a girl’s basketball game against Nokomis School blowing ourselves breathless to get a sound. Country girls do this, and because Jill grew up around horses, whistling comes with the territory. I just wanted to know how to make a loud, sharp sound.

Forty years later, I showed my friend and personal assistant-housekeeper-bodyguard Auisha that I knew how to whistle. We were walking in a very remote area in the Nilgiri m...


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