Wow! Poor E.B. Solomont leads a sadly limited life in the country. Here in downtown Baltimore, 2 blocks from a forested stream/ wildlife corridor city park, I know my neighbors' names - not just the people, but deer, foxes, raptors, songbirds, butterflies, and yes, even cicadas. On winter nights I'm as likely to hear a great horned owl as a fire engine. A month ago, the local Audubon Nature Center counted 300 raptors flying over a city park in 20 minutes. Clean air is rare, I'll grant you, but moondogs