A friend sent me an apparently only-in-Miami article this morning with the subject “Miami as third world country!” Us South Floridians are not unused to having our country — er, I mean, region poked fun at by the rest of the US as a gaggle of kooky santerĂ­a practitioners or a banana republic. But I’m taken aback: there aren’t other neighborhoods in the country where chickens roam as part of the landscape? Other cities don’t have a chicken catcher squad? Fine. But I know what a rooster sounds like, and I have heard them all over Bushwick. Add in the bodegas and the occasional person dressed completely in white, and subtract the snow — have I come full circle?