Friends and readers, I am happy to report to you this week that it is a bea-U-tiful, if not foggy, time in ‘ol SaN fRanCiscO! Come! And tour The Golden City with me, your driver! Come take a ride in
Tuesday 4:35am: I am out hacking the streets of San Francisco early, again. Something woke me up. A mental vortex emanating from my previous cab shift. A thought popped into my head during half sleep which kicked in my adrenaline,
Thursday It’s my first day back in the cab from a couple days off camping down in the Santa Cruz Mountains. It was just me and my younger son, as his older teen brother no longer loves dad. (Something about
Monday 5:35am: I’m in my soccer mom-mobile en route to the Citizen’s Cab lot. It’s back from the weekend and, once again, back into the fire. However, today, Ivan the manager has finally made good on his recurring nine-months-old promise
Tuesday 4:00am: “Bloooop… Bloooop… Bloooop… Bloooop…” My generic iPhone Harp alarm-tone eases me into the day. (Well, sorta.) You see, I set my alarm forty-five minutes early this morning, on account of that I REALLY need to make money! I
BREAKING NEWS: Bill Clinton Plagiarizes Melania Trump’s RNC Speech. Michelle Obama Promises Lawsuit!
July 26, 2016 In a speech before the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia Tuesday night, Mr. Clinton liberally peppered his prepared remarks with the words “the” and “and.” Responding to the controversy, the former president contended it is still to
It’s 5:45 in the a.m. and I’m rolling the Castro of San Francisco, in Citizen’s Cab 2976, my eyes peeled for flags the likes of late night stragglers, and early morning Mexicans headed across town to their dish washing jobs.
Okay… I lied about last week’s “quitting cab driving” assertion. (Sue me.) It’s just that I can’t seem to shake this martyrdom thing. Besides, surely SOMEONE out there needs a jump star… er, ride! WARNING: This week’s cab report is
I’ve been having some weird sepia-tone dreams this past week. They’ve all involved escaping from one or some other long, drawn-out, violent and bloody urban drama. I don’t know if it’s the sickness I slogged through (which kept me home