The last taxi I was in was in Saratoga, far away from home in Colorado, on my way to Albany to pick up my girlfriend. The cab driver smoked and had his ash tray above the pleas do not smoke sign. His wife was the dispatcher and he told her he loved her about three times on the way to the airport. As he dropped me off he told me to tell my girlfriend I love her everday. She'll never know it, he said, if you don't say it. That was the best piece of simple wisdom anyone has ever told me. Just my two cents Suerte