Observations on Fatherhood #18 by John Stewart | Posted on May 15, 2012 Lewis is like a New York City cab. It’s not so much the fact that he’s always covered in spit-up, but because his cry is like the cabbie’s foot on the throttle. It’s either off. Silent. Still. Or FULL ON. A raging bleat that throws your head back. There is no in-between.