My office is north of downtown on the edge of the neighborhood known as Little Haiti. I usually get to work before dawn. It’s quiet; there’s very little traffic is on the streets, and this morning as I crossed the street from the parking lot, I thought I heard a rooster crowing. Huh? I’m in the middle of one of the largest urban areas in the country. But when I got to the curb I stood and listened, and once again I heard the rooster. It sounded pretty close, too.