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.