The actual writing of this column has filled up a full month, but I've been
constructing it and thinking it through for much longer than that. During that
time I've continued to make the same turn from the main road to the road that
leads me home almost every day, at numerous different times of day. This is
the place where I should be able to report that I've finally found the woman
with whom I rode those taxis, and have given her a ride home. It makes sense,
it fits. But it didn't happen. Frankly, I've pretty much resigned myself to
the fact that it won't, and that this page won't be getting an update.