Sunday morning as I walked the now well-worn path around the neighborhood, chasing the sun rise and spending a little time with the abundance of birds that fill the holly bushes that seem to be everywhere, I stopped because I heard the loud clang of a bell.  While it was Sunday, but it was early and I was nowhere near St. Peter's Catholic Church, one of the few churches in the neighborhood that still rings a bell at 7 a.m. to call the faithful to worship.  I had already heard the sounds of Reveille from the Marine Parade ground on the other side of the expressway. I was puzzled --…