Several months ago, late in the evening, I took a cab from the airport. This was in NY; cabbies are talkative in NY. My cabbie was a man in his late 50s. Conversation flowed as the odometer rolled on the miles. The meter, of course, kept pace.
“I’m a bit tired,” – said the cabbie. “This is my second shift. Yet, I am excited and happy to keep spinning the wheel.”
“Why?” – I asked.
The cabbie stopped at the light, whipped out his cell phone and turned it on. As wallpaper on his phone, there was a photo of triplets.
“You must be happy to have grandkids,” I said. “I guess you are working to help out with expenses.”
“Yep, they do require some spending,” said the cabbie. “Except they are not my grandkids. Continue reading