6 to 6: A Day with Melanie

Melanie’s talking as she walks up the sidewalk toward my cab. She’s talking as she opens the door. She’s talking as I ask her where she wants to go.…


6 to 6: Grocery Day

Francisca Verdugo needs to go to Food City. I’m a few minutes early, so I sit in my cab and wait for her to come out. The sun shines down on the big…


6 to 6: A Pair to Draw To

It’s too early for this shit. The sun is an ember under a bear rug, and I’m full of vinegar. I pull my cab up to the trailer park to find the gates…


6 to 6: Sonja’s Ring

Sonja is a big black lady, a sweetheart. Her body’s falling apart at age 43: knees, back, innards. She can’t drive anymore. She took my cab to work…


6 to 6: A Spiritual Adventure

I am dispatched in my cab to one of Tucson’s many “spiritual retreats.” I feel my chakras squinching up as soon as I pull in. A line of pine trees…


6 to 6: Morenci in My Rear-View Mirror

She exhaled marijuana smoke into my cab when she got in and told me to take her to Tucson Medical Center. “The E.R.?” I said. “You all right?” “I’m…


6 to 6: Suicide Lane

Yesterday on Grant Road, I got behind a 4Runner SUV, blue-gray, dirty, maybe ten years old. It was going slow in the fast lane. Rush hour. I finally…


6 to 6: Next Time, Take Skyline

Dispatch sent me to a house in the Tucson foothills. It was a typical foothills community full of upper class false-adobe houses all painted the same…


6 to 6: Traveling Mercies

She got Mother-Theresa-like into my cab in her brown dress and said: “To Saint Augustine Cathedral, on Broadway.” Saint Augustine was on the other…


The Thing People Don’t Understand

She comes into my apartment from the heat of the desert day. “Hi Mary,” I say. “Hi, Matt,” she says. She stands in the middle of the room and fans…