I thought I recognized the guy from before. He was a dark skinned fellow with a full blackbeard and a turban hat, either Muslim or Hindu, thick Indian regional dialect. Recognizing the 7 inch crochet pin inserted deep into the drivers A/C vent confirmed his ID. He’s an interesting fellow. Even though his daytime job is taxi cab driver, he aspires to be a restaurant tycoon. Enroute he points out the vacant lot that he and his investor friends are eyeing. 600,000 but they think they can get it down to 4. His architect has been working hard on the design. What kind of venue, I inquire. Buffet. Indian cuisine, I speculate? No 40 kinds, he says. I’m confused but he’s hard to understand. Something else about square footage and approval to build a basement. I just nod and uhuh. The big crochet needle? He’s pretty deft at handling this tool which he uses to poke and prod under his cloth head gear. I’m ignorant of custom but I don’t think it just lifts up. There may be ceremony ritual involved. But if you got an itch, you got to scratch.