My mind works like a New York City cab. Sometimes it will just sit in traffic staring blankly ahead, slowly moving along with the rest of the world with a random honk emanating from within as it wonders why it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. But it eventually reaches the destination although much slower than hoped for and maybe a little late. Other times it will spring into action, veer off the street, up over a sidewalk, through a bunch of back alleys, maybe run over a hotdog stand, and arrive at the destination on time and in a surprisingly unexpected yet thrilling ride. This article, I think, is a result of the latter manifestation. Buckle up.