Death Hails It was a cloudy afternoon like any other; the afternoon that man hailed for my cab.I pulled over next to him as he stood on that harsh city sidewalk. He then slippedsilently into the back of my taxi cab and I stole a glance of the man in my mirror. Hewas a dark man; not necessarily by any racial decent, but rather a grayish rustcomplexion. He was wearing a simple black bowler hat as well as a white button upshirt and a long dark coat. He kept the bowler across his eyes that seemed to bedirected down to his feet in what I thought looked a bit awkward, but I had seenstranger men in my cab. "Where to, sir?" I asked the m