At 3:24 a.m. the Howler makes his presence known. Out of the early December morning darkness, a nasal and unintelligible sound rises in pitch to a vitriolic keening. The verbal outburst is mercifully short -- no more than 15 seconds. But it is followed closely by another nonsensical rant of similar duration. The Howler, as he has been christened by some neighbors, is then seen weaving down the street on a blue bicycle in the predawn light as the near silence of Sherman Street in... More >>>