I have truely become a city person. On my way home from Bernadette's today I decided to cave in like always and get a cab instead of walking. So I get in the cab, tell the driver, "Corner of Lincoln and Wilson," we make idle chit chat about the weather, and then we approach my corner. "Right here," I say. "Of course," he says. I get confused. "Of course?" "Well I remember you. You get out, walk over into that building." "Oh," I say. I hand him the money, get out, and walk into my building. There are approximately 17,000 licensed cab drivers in Chicago, and I'm starting to not only get repeats, but repeats who remember me. I'm at a loss.