6 to 6: Nothing But a Human Being

It was 5 a.m., dark, and there was a steak knife in the road. I drove right over it in my cab, heard a clink and zing fade into the darkness. Amy…


A Single Red Buick

I don't know if it's possible to be homesick while still living at home and in your hometown, but it happened to me twice. Both instances involved…


6 to 6: Bob’s Big Day

It’s like two in the afternoon and the computer screen spits a fare at me from zone 577. 4500 North Oracle, the mall. I pull my cab up to the…


6 to 6: Don’t Die Before Your Mother

Outside the hotel, two little old ladies climbed into the back seat of my cab and felt the air conditioner. “2212 North Inn Road,” one of them said.…


Remembrances from France

I recently completed a two-week journey through France that included visits to Normandy, Burgundy, and Paris. The following are some observations and…


Memoirs of an Execution; or, the Night Napalm Death Chickened Out

He did it. He killed my fucking ear. Right there where I was hiding in the garage. The house belonged to the neighbor who was never home, the ghost…


The Dreadful Importance of Being Honest (with Ourselves)

Albert Einstein once joked, “A good scientist should be able to explain the law of physics to a waitress.” Einstein concurred, “If you can’t divulge…


6 to 6: Dodi’s Luck

Her face has more wrinkles than a crackhead’s last dollar bill, but her legs are slim and tight and she has alluring feet with painted toenails like…


6 to 6: The Cab Knows the Way

Whoever Nancy Gantry is, she lives in Bumfuck, Egypt. She’s scheduled for a 2:45 p.m. pickup. My teeth rattle as I progress down the washboard dirt…


A Young Mike Tyson (Understanding the Bittersweet “Phenomenon Effect”)

In a literary context, I’ve always seen myself as a young Mike Tyson. The proverbial bad guy (dressed in black). The antihero. At 20 years old, Mike…