A man walked out into the street and managed to get a taxi just going by. What luck, he thought, as he slid into the cab. "Perfect timing, " the cabby said.

"You're just like Bill." "Who?" "Bill Smith. There's a guy who did everything right, " the cabby said. "Like my coming along when you needed a cab.

It would have happened like that to Bill every time." "Nah, " the man said to the cabby. "There are always a few clouds over everybody." "Not Bill, " said the cabby. "He was a terrific athlete.

He could have gone on the pro tour in tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star." "Bill was really something, huh?" "Oh, yeah, " continued the cabby.

"Bill had a memory like a trap.

Could remember everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which fork to eat with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole neighborhood blacks out.

" "No wonder you remember him, " the man said. "Well, I never actually met Bill, " said the cabby. "Then how in the world do you know so much about him?" "I married his widow, " replied the cabby.