Happy Thanksgiving

jai guru deva om

The work week has always seemed to me to be the most accurate measure of the passage of time. Lately they seem to be flying by faster than ever, picking up speed. Emptiness kept at bay by medication. Thoughts meandering like a restless wind inside a letter box.
I took Thursday night off to go to the Patriots game and it was a great game but the Pats lost a heartbreaker. Friday night I went back to work and did exactly ten calls in nine hours and made exactly enough money to survive another week.
Tomorrow begins week number 2,619.

combining

Waddaya want from me.

I had to drive this huge '94 caprice classic station wagon tonight. It's bigger than my apartment.
It handles like a boat but it's nice and comfortable big and roomy. The cigarette lighter works, so i can run my zen through the radio. The only thing I ask is that people address me as "Admiral."
Tonight's passenger list included:

• A couple going to the airport for a trip to Florida to visit his brother. She was acting very nervous because she's afraid of flying. They're a little worried that their son might possibly invite half the town for a 3 day party [memo to self: develop screenplay for 'home alone four']
• Next was a very pretty young lady who I'd had [in the cab] before. Nice. ya know, nice.
• A gent headed to the T from Weymouth spoke in Spanish on his cell phone for the 15 minute trip.
• A nurse that has been riding with us lately. Some kind of accent. Scandinavian? German? Something.
• The older lady who had visited her very elderly mother.
• A guy headed down to the yacht club to pick up his car. The wife would've driven him but she has wicked back pain. She's probably going to need surgery.
• A slightly mysterious, quiet man but a good tipper.
• The short term memory loss dude made stops for beer and smokes. He could easily have picked up the smokes at the liquor store but he forgot.
• And 4 other rides that have been edited out. Left on the cutting room floor as it were.
  

The Phillies won the world series. What else can i tell ya. Waddaya want from me.

estimation

I'll tell you about one person I won't ever forget.

Gertrude [not her real name] has been a regular for a long time, I don't know how many years. An older lady but she works almost every day. And once a week or so she works for a local lodge and sets up a huge dinner [usually we cabbies lug the groceries]
Many times we get the leftovers in our office :)
About a year ago there was a fire at her house and there was massive water damage. The house is still there but uninhabitable and the whole issue remains unresolved. A fine lady and a nicer Yankee fan you'll never meet. I'm grateful for all our conversations past and future. I nominate Gertrude as passenger of the month.

Four girls to the city.
Three Middle Eastern businessmen.
Two Turtle doves from the airport back to town. I'd driven them before, at least twice but they didn't remember me. They did all the talking. All I said was thanks and bye.
Immediately after those two yakety-yackers I drove a mysteriously silent couple who seemed new to the area and just a little 'off' creating an interesting study in contrasts.
Then there were two girls probably not even 20. One was drunk out of her mind and the other one was more or less babysitting her friend.
I was very glad there was no throw up involved.

tailgating

insisting

This dude was scary.
He looked like Peter Stormare's character in Fargo. Looking at me with that cigarette face in a smoky haze and talking in a scary language with a little English "I go motel nearest yes?"
Okay you go motel nearest yes.

some birthday pictures