Instituto geografico Agustin Codazzi- final stop in Bogota before heading ( Read more... )

Bid farewell to the taxi industry until spring, after having collected seventeen Franklins. Initiated a snowbird escape from the northern winter by helping Melanie and Aaron move from Brooklyn to Atlanta. Loaded their u haul truck and split the driving threefold. Onward into Florida aboard G´hound for a pit stop amongst kinfolk and kindred spirits ( Read more... )

Being a YELLOW TAXI CAB driver in NEW YORK equals a happiness I haven't felt since I was a playground child. It erases conventional limitations and elicits meaning from its erratic surroundings like no other. The city breathes, wrestles, and implodes upon itself with each passing minute. Cabbies are perpetually engaged in its effervescence. Our ( Read more... )

The taxi license landed in my hands three days ago. I had ( Read more... )

I was lucky to have Abel Zamora, a dodderingly plumpish Chilean ( Read more... )

Taxi school is over and the final exam too. These last two
hurdles now behind me, but yet another bureaucratic delay: the
actual Taxi license takes 10 days to get mailed. Similar to a month
ago when I had to wait for DMV to mail me a NY State driver license.

The moment my 'hackie' card arrives, I will rent out my 1st ever
yellow cab for a 12 hour ( Read more... )

The upteenth pilgrimage back to NYC was made possible by a ( Read more... )

I made new loves at the Brooklyn blood bank. Say they my platelets are of the 
type that premature babies can use. Donors up in these parts are rewarded 
with MetroCards (14 free subway rides), unlike the Olive Garden coupons of 
Florida. And the procedure takes only an hour, as opposed to two. And only 
one, not two arms, gets pricked.

While walking ( Read more... )

Now that the loans from my student days no longer exist, the coast ( Read more... )

Moving company was so much fun to work for. Driving a box ( Read more... )