It’s 4:30 in the am, and Tony is sending me darting out of the office with an order up in Holly Park, a residential hood not far from the Citizen’s Cab lot out here at the edge of San Francisco.
I’ve come to realize that no amount of education, sunlight or consciousness of history can preclude one from racism. I realize now that racism is inherent. It is genetic. And stupidity is not a factor, as the intellect of a
Reprise this week, passengers! (Eh, just because.) It’s an oldie, but goodie. An excerpt from San Francisco TAXI: Life in the Merge Lane… (Book 2) ~~~~~~~~ It’s 2:45 in the PM and I’m rolling a Citizen’s Cab spare, 2402, down
Well, okay… It’s 5am, post-Starbucks. And I’m settled in comfortably at the helm of my trusty ‘ol Prius – Citizen’s Cab 1015. I can feel my body just beginning to buzz, as the caffeine courses through my veins, now kicking
It’s Monday here in Citizen’s Cab world, my first day back on the job after a crazy weekend that saw the entire world protesting Herr Presidente’s Muslim ban at many a major airport. Taxi drivers in New York (comprised of
By the grace of God, and/or Mother Nature, I’ve been doing quite well working Citizen’s Cab 1015 over the last couple of weeks, what with all of the cold and rain that’s descended over the Bay Area. And that ominous,
My iPhone alarm goes off. It’s 3:45am. “X#@&%!!… X#@&%!!… X#@&%!!…” However, today, my alarm was redundant. You see, there’s BIG lightning and thunder outside… IN SAN FRANCISCO!! And there is NEVER lightning and thunder in San Francisco! I wipe my
It’s noon, and a little cold out. But with clear beautiful skies above San Francisco. We’ve got a respite from the torrential rains, before they’re set to start again early in the week. Tony’s back working dispatch at ‘ol Citizen’s
As presented to you passengers on my last report, it’s a new year for your driver, with a new taxi. (Sorta.) My regular Prius, Citizen’s Cab 26, has been transformed. With paint job and medallion anew, she is now 1015.
It’s a new year. And Citizen’s Cab #26 is no more. Her medallion holder jumped ship over to DeSoto. And the mechanics magically transformed Citizen’s Cab #26, my trusty ‘ol Prius, into Citizen’s Cab #1015. Well, “magic” with the assistance