Fitz took in a deep breath to start the list, "Athletes, mariners, ferrymen, travelers, against lightning and pestilence, archers, bachelors, bad dreams, soldiers, bookbinders, epilepsy, floods, fruit dealers, fullers, gardeners, a holy death, market carriers, motorists and drivers, sailors, storms, surfers, toothache, mountaineering, and transportation workers." So yes, he was the saint of taxicabs and so much more. The way he recited the list had a cadence to it, realizing long ago that the particular order rhymed and gave it almost a musicality. "Any other questions?"