A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He jumps into the taxi, and the cabbie says, "Perfect timing. You're just like Frank."  Man:"Who?"  Cabbie:"Frank Feldman. He's a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happen like that to Frank Feldman every single time."  Man:"There are always a few clouds over everybody."  Cabbie:"Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy."  Man:"Sounds like he was something really special."  Cabbie: "There's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he could do everything right."  Man:"Wow. Some guy then."  Cabbie:"He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman."  Man:"An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"  Cabbie:"Well, I never actually met Frank. He died. I'm married to his widow." _________________