The man who drove the taxi I rode in this morning sprung a surprise on me: he knows me and my family and all of our neighbors. We spent our travel time reminiscing about our neighbors, some of whom have migrated to other countries and some of whom have passed away.

He said that the community members call me (fondly, but behind my back) "Long Hair". Better, I suppose, than Tattoos, Hot Shorts, Pendants, Rings, Talismans, or Warlock.