I recently hopped in a San Francisco cab and the driver turned to me and said with palpable delight that I was his last passenger.
"Why, what are you doing, where are you going?" I asked.
He was ready to tell me his story and he did.
"When I was 21 years old," he began, "my Papa in Argentina wanted me to come work in his locksmith shop. His life was simple; he woke up late and enjoyed breakfast with his friends. Then, he opened his shop around noon and worked until 6 p.m. He fished on the sea at dusk; then joined his friends for wine before having a long dinner with his family and friends, often playing music, dancing and laughing.