“Hear that lonesome whippoorwill/ He sounds too blue to fly/ The midnight train is whining low…” – Hank Williams

Among the books I mean to get around to reading is Neil Ansell’s “The Edge of Silence: In Search of the Disappearing Sounds of Nature.”

Although Ansell’s book focuses on his gradual hearing loss and his globetrotting quest to experience endangered species in the wild, I suspect we can find applications closer to home.

Just as sprawling city lights have rendered most of us incapable of doing the sort of stargazing our ancestors took for granted (“I think I see part of Orion’s Belt…it’s getting closer…wait, did the Greeks have any myths about Orion delivering packages for Amazon?”), an unrelenting barrage of ambulance sirens, beeping car horns, diesel engines and jackhammers se

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