Last Tuesday night Jeff and I ended the evening with our daily ritual: we walk our dogs Ben and Amber, and one of us waits outside while the other goes into McDonald’s to get two ice cream cones (hey, they cost a dollar and have 150 calories: it’s the cheapest, safest self-indulgence around). When I cam out Jeff told me he had watched as an African-American man had tried to hail a cab and six consecutive open cabs passed him by before he just gave up and trudged away.




