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Eva Gabor was right. . .

about New York. . . it's so much fun (not that South Bend is Hooterville!) Unfortunately, the rain was pretty tough yesterday--no cabs. And with my ankle, walking was out of the question. So I took a pedi-cab --a little rickshaw pulled by a biker from the New York Hilton (where I was told there'd be lots of cabs) to Fordham Law School at Lincoln Center. As he drove crazily, and the cabs drove crazily, and the whole NYC police department whizzed by, I was thinking there were a lot worse things than a broken ankle-and started to pray.Fordham was very hospitable, and Bill Mazella even made the trip down from Yonkers!

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Cathleen Kaveny is the Darald and Juliet Libby Professor in the Theology Department and Law School at Boston College.



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Something that always frustrates me about New York cabs - at around 5pm, they all seem to switch shifts at the same time. What that means is that precisely at the time when everybody is looking for a cab, the majority of cabs that pass you by have "off duty" signs.

The shortest measurable unit of time has been determined to be the interval between a traffic light turning green and a New York taxi driver behind you honking his horn.Umberto Eco has the classic comparative study of taxi drivers:

Cabs are always scarce at rush hour. Much more so in the rain.

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