Each night at 8 p.m., when my dog hears humans howling across Second Valley, he bangs the Vietnamese gong in our living room with his paws and starts barking. He’s an enthusiastic participant in a chorus that began as a show of thanks to first responders during the pandemic but has evolved into an enduring Inverness ritual.
Long after similar displays of gratitude were abandoned elsewhere, the Inverness howl persists, carried on by a happy…