Sitting in a NYC taxicab, it was apparent where the shutter would point itself. Of all the places that I have been in Manhattan through the years, none have been so welcoming and iconic as the backseat of those yellow beacons of light after a bender of a night. An United Nations of drivers mans these vehicles, representative of the dream that the United States has often been for the fortunate, displaced, and ambitious - not that disillusionment did not follow when finding the cab as an occupation hopeful for a better future. Regardless, the taxicab is often friend, sometimes foe - and sometimes the instigator of a New York scrap (hey - you took my cab!!!). And a final note: try to avoid the need for one of these guys when five o'clock turns around - you don't want to be left cursing your luck when these simplest of NYC icons puts on the "Off Duty" light and changes shifts.