THE SOUNDS OF HOME, WHEREVER I ROAM

Took the pooch for a walk around the block late last night and coming my way - thankfully, across the street - was a frantic man screaming "I love you!" over and over, to someone who wasn't there. I felt no fear.  Actually, I felt a little homesick.  Add the sounds of shattering glass, a car alarm and a siren or two and it could have been any Saturday night in Greenwich Village.