One day an American Indian who was visiting New York City, turned to his friend in Times Square, tilted his head and said; "I hear a cricket." "You’re crazy!" replied his friend. "No, I hear it," the Cherokee answered. His friend replied, "It’s rush hour. The city’s full of noise, and you think you can hear a cricket? No way!" "Yes," said the visitor, then walked over to a big cement planter outside a building, dug into the leaves underneath it, and pulled out a cricket. Turning to his friend he said, "It all depends on what your ears are tuned to hear. Let me show you." Reaching down into his pocket he pulled out a handful of change, dropped it on the pavement, and immediately every head within earshot turned. "See what I mean?" he said. "It all depends on what you’re listening for."