Last night, it was as if all the city was welcoming us home. After a week of surf noise and crickets in the background at bedtime, we were treated the sound of a police helicopter hovering above our house at 12:30 am, and a smattering of sirens passing throughout the night. Who needs sound sleep? An attempt at rest punctuated by the occasional cacophonies of Baltimore's Finest at work is much more invigorating.