Yesterday, as I was riding in a taxicab through one of New York's Indian/Pakistani neighborhoods, next to its dreadful airports that are inferior to everything in China, the cab driver said something amazing to me. "Every dog has his day," he said. I thought about this. I realize that it had something to do with dog racing. And maybe even Thomas Friedman who, has a writer, generally makes a pretty good Greyhound. Though, seriously, you should see the busses in Calcutta. They don't just have Wi-Fi, they run on Wi-Fi, floating effortlessly above the pavement.