By CHRIS PACKHAM
Back in 2000 when I moved into the City Market, the electricity would go out for the whole neighborhood if a bird landed on a power line, or if you thought about birds landing on a power line. Thunderstorms were accompanied by the apocalyptic popcorn-like sound of transformers exploding up and down the length of Third Street. It's a lot better now, and they've even surrounded the transformer yard with an artsy, illuminated wall thing. But I couldn't help thinking about all thos
