This is another of those "conversations from the twilight zone" that I occasionally have with Beijing taxi drivers. On Sunday morning I hailed a cab to go to church. I told the driver where I wanted to go and gave him detailed instructions on the best way to get there. This always throws them off a bit — a foreigner who not only speaks Chinese, but who knows Beijing well enough to the short-cuts and secret roads! As always happens in this case, he asked me where I was from. "America," I said. "Oh," he responded. "I thought so." When I asked him why he thought I was an American, her replied, "because you look like Hillary Clinton!