Auf Wiedersehen Atomkraft

Germany’s last nuclear reactors go dark.

Good morning from overcast Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, where all morning the fog horns of ships passing under the Verrazzano have been droning beneath a chorus of birdsong. 

The longer I live here, the more I’m struck by this neighborhood’s distinctive soundscape. A pair of woodpeckers regularly hammer away at a dry limb of the Norway maple now bursting with bu…