One night some years ago, feeling exhausted and ready for bed after a late night work function, I hailed a cab and slumped down rag-doll style into the back seat. I asked the cabbie to drop me off at my apartment in the Murray Hill neighborhood of New York City. The driver began to tell me about himself. His name was John Phillips and he was from an island in the Caribbean – which one I can’t recall now. He then, to my great surprise, began to tell me about myself!