I am very sad today…the really cool crazy taxi that somehow flew into a fence was taken away before I got the chance to go look at it this afternoon. Only yellow and black caution tape and hastily patched up bits of fence remain. Upon inspection of the scene in daylight, it seems that the taxi somehow managed to dematerialize, fly through a big wooden telephone pole and a little metal phone junction box, only to materialize on the other side in time to hit the fence. I really don’t know how it managed to pull off what it did. Today, I am not thinking The Blues Brothers so much as Repo Man. Last night, I went by that thing six different times while driving around trying to get things done. Admittedly, all but the first were completely out of my way and simply to be a rubbernecker.