6 to 6: The Hideaway
A tiny provincial airport in the desert north of Tucson. The land was flat and sandy, creosote and cactus. Loose volcanic rock that looked like it…
6 to 6: Late
She is the color of dusty coffee. She climbs slowly in the front seat of the cab, all 92 years of her. She has to go to the doctor. “Good morning,…
6 to 6: My Other Jacket
I came home from driving the cab all day and I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to be in my apartment. I walked around the block with no sidewalks or…
6 to 6: Mermaid with Doctor’s Mask
Cathy is sick. Her teeth look like pieces of rotten corn. She’s 42 years old. I pull my cab up to the doctor’s office and she walks out the front…
6 to 6: Marshmallows on Everything
Christmas Day: what a pitchfork of horseshit. I have that feeling that I blew it again, that there is something wrong. My boss June threw me the…
6 to 6: At Least it Isn’t Raining
Dispatchers and cab drivers are always at each others’ throats. The dispatchers think of themselves as “management,” even though the drivers make…
6 to 6: Bitcoin
New Year's Day 2016, 4:33 a.m. I picked up a guy in my cab, a young hipster dude. He said he'd been up all night building web sites. He's a web…
6 to 6: The Great Desert Palms Escape
I pulled my cab into the long smooth driveway that led to Desert Palms, a high-end rehab/loony bin out in the middle of nowhere. It was getting close…
6 to 6: Red Bull Blues
He gets in the cab outside the apartment complex. He’s maybe 25 years old. His fingernails are long and filthy and he’s wearing $90 jeans. "Take me…
6 to 6: Turn Around, Dumbass
I got a call yesterday in my taxi, 409 W. Rudasil Road. I was about five miles away and I dialed the phone number to let the person know I was on my…
