Photo: I Lego NY by Christoph Newman in the Abstract City blog.
So Iâ€™m in a taxi on a sweltering Tuesday afternoon, crawling through the traffic on McKinley Road, and we stop at a red light. The driver opens the glove compartment and takes out a sheaf of papers. I donâ€™t mean to look but I can read the print clearly over his shoulder. I wish I hadnâ€™t looked because itâ€™s a document issued by a Regional Trial Court. A warrant of arrest.
I straighten up in my seat. This is more interesting information than Iâ€™m used to reading in a taxi on a Tuesday afternoon. Also more disturbing information than one hopes to hear in a moving vehicle, even if itâ€™s caught in traffic. Unless thatâ€™s the driverâ€™s typing exam, someone has been killed, and the driver may have had something to do with it.
No, Iâ€™m not getting out of this cab, what am I, nuts? Itâ€™s hot, the trafficâ€™s awful, try getting a cab on this street at this hour…
Emotional Weather Report, today in the Star.