An urbane legend tells a story of an American Indian was in downtown New York, walking with his friend who lived in New York City.  Suddenly he said, "I hear a cricket."

"Oh, you're crazy," his friend replied.

"No, I hear a cricket. I do! I'm sure of it."

"It's the noon hour.  There are people bustling around, cars honking, taxis squealing, noises from the city. I'm sure you can't hear it."

"I'…