My masseuse told me that she saw JPII on an early trip to NYC, perhaps his first. She was driving a cab then and was taking a businessman headed to a lunch up Lexington Ave. About 52nd St., a cop stopped the traffic. “The Pope is coming through,” he said. “Turn off your engine; you’ll be here a while.” She turned off the meter and told the fare he could walk on without paying what he already owed if he liked. The businessman said, he could be late for lunch. Why not see the Pope? So my masseuse said, Why don’t we stand on the hood? They stood on the hood of the cab, and in a few moments the Pope came by, standing on the open end of a small vehicle. (This was before the assassination attempt, so the Popemobile was not enclosed.) Their heads were at the level of his, and he looked at them and made a sign of the cross. My masseuse is New Age/eclectic, but she thought it was very cool.