One more fare

Taxi 66

We talked Route 66 and the USA all the way. The food, the cars, the motels, the people. I mentioned that I'm planning my own father-son trip along Route 66 next year. From the other side of the generation gap. Myself, my son and my daughter.

Charles and Betsy

Friday it all came together and we swapped the patched-up Charles* for renewed Betsy. I got to drive her first shift as a reborn cab, just like I drove her first shift as a new cab last year.

Driving on the other side

Foursquare follies

We've got a new game, my day driver and I. A game where cabbies shine. Foursquare, funking off the iPhone's GPS and social networking. It's a scavenger hunt, it's a map of your day, it's a point-scoring exercise, it's gathering facts and sharing info.

Kiva cabbie

I can help. My passengers sometimes give me tips. The businessmen and the government officials so rarely tip that it is a cause for wonder when they do. But those who pay the fare from their own pocket, those who are least able to afford a generous gesture, they are my best tippers.