About 6 or so years ago, the wife had to take me to the local hospital emergency room. As it was late, are 2 boys were way past their bed time, and the wife had to go to work the next morning. So I told her to go, and when I was ready to leave, the hospital called me a cab. I didn't have any money, but when the taxi driver found out where I lived, he didn't have a problem taking me home, and I went and got him the money. Since we live out in the country, he figured I was good for it. He told me on the way out, if I had told him an address that was in in a questionable neighborhood, he would have just drove off. (never did find out what had made me hurt so bad, but it was in the lower back, and when I took Tylenol, it seemed to make it worse) gypsyman