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September 1, 2010
To my utmost surprise, the cab driver is NOT on the phone when I scramble into the back seat. He turns and smiles and actually greets me. I ask him what it is thatís so important that all those other cab drivers need to be on the phone talking about all day. He laughs and shakes his head.

I guess at the origin of his accent. We chat about the news that day and the hostage situation uptown. I tip him well and he tells me I am a ďlovely, polite young lady.Ē

Itís the nicest thing Iíve heard summer.