I could tell, once again, after visiting my friend Frank, who is rehabbing from complications related to diabetes, that I have had enough of taxi. The question is, just what will I do about that obvious fact? Visiting Frank appears to bring out the complaint in me, probably because we have a similar knowledge and attitude toward taxi. He actually has more years in the industry than I have though he hasn't driven beneath the top light for over two decades. Currently he is the resident computer hound and works in the Yellow HopeLink accounts office. Frank has a unique position in my mind having survived a gun blast inches from his head. His hearing in that particular ear remains impaired. Frank understands taxi thoroughly and the endemic madness peculiar to the occupation. It's rare that I trust someones' knowledge. Frank knows the territory which allows me to vent my frustrations, and believe me, they are legion. Taxi drives me wild, and I am feral to begin with. Doesn't take much to get me going.
The money was excellent this weekend, in a sense a personal record given I am now starting later since Jack's death. A combination of events, including a Saint Patrick's Saturday night threw folks into the taxi. I did 61 fares that day, totalling up to 84 for the weekend, translating into 3 full trip sheets plus 8 fares. 61 isn't my record but it is close. Sunday I had a $110. fare including tip. All of this is great but unfortunately devoid of personal meaning. Clearly I will be accelerating my other writing projects. Nonsense is nonsense and taxi for me now represents the nonsensical.
Tomorrow the taxi advisory commission is holding a special session addressing the proposed meter increases that are related to the Labor & Industry decision. I will probably have some commentary upon that later this week.