Mr. Sweetness

There is a cab. “Cha-ching! – 5033 17th Street. Mr. Sweetness.” There is a passenger. With a strong Snagglepuss sing-song lisp, the highly manicured old school Citizen’s Cab regular, Mr. Sweetness, settles in the back of ‘ol 137. There is

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A Blue Christmas

It’s my last day driving before heading back east for Christmas. And I’m not feeling very well. (Cough! Cough!) Digression: Can someone help me with this “back east” thing? Are we talking “back” as in geographically? Or chronologically? Or… 11:35pm:

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