Ah yes, another year's conclusion of taxi fun and games, and am I now insane? The answer is probably yes, but life goes on, and so do the endless taxi miles taking me where I don't, and you don't, want to go. But go I do, and all my fellow crazed cabbies, so do you as the decade ends, leaving us where, where can we be?
I suppose we can call the 21st Centuries second decade the Uber Decade and be quite correct, we never in the taxi industry having before faced such rapacious, unscrupulous competitors, all made possible of course by foolish, dimwitted municipal administrators and regulators not understanding they were bargaining with the Devil Incarnate itself impersonating as Upper-Middle-Class Gentility. Yes, we can all laugh at their stupidity but the truth is, it happened in large part due to their hatred of us, we the so-called "evil taxi empire."
Why their hatred? Call it discrimination personified, viewing us as less than them---taxi untouchables (dalits) not worthy of respect or consideration, all of us thieves, rapists, murderers. Ain't it funny that Uber's 2018 American reports displays clearly just who the criminals are?
Yes, while the tables have been slightly turned in our favor, we remain at a great disadvantage, Uber's tsunami still engulfing the taxi industry, sweeping away our business in their tidal wake. No fun at all.
Are we happy as the third decade approaches? No, I don't think so but we are still breathing, aren't we?
Or is the grave beckoning?
The Jump is Nearly Complete
As I mentioned last week, the former Uber CEO, having nearly completed the selling off of all his Uber stock, has now resigned from the Uber governing board, meaning he will no longer be connected in any form whatsoever with Uber. Funny? Of course it is, as he laughs all the way to the bank with his three-billion in ill-gotten gains. What else can I say? Nothing is the answer.
When Driving in Washington State, Use your Turn Signals, or Else!
This week the Washington State Supreme Court has ruled that under all conditions, drivers must use their turn signals or they will be held accountable by the long arm of the law. What this means, that even though you are in a turn-only lane, you must signal or you can be ticketed.
Ain't that nice, legal sugar and spice
or is it lice
provided by the judicial mice?
Friday, December 27, 2019
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Visiting The Local Magistrate: Seattle Mandates You Pay $80.00 Regardless of Anything
Fines, tickets etc are one unfortunate part of taxi life. It is going to happen despite your best efforts to avoid the bureaucratic thumb attempting to snuff you out. Thursday afternoon saw me visiting a local court magistrate in a vain attempt to mitigate a Red Light Camera ticket received at the south-bound intersection of 6th Avenue crossing James Street. I knew I would have to pay for my transgression but how much was the issue. And this after I thought I knew the location of every intersection camera in the city. How did I miss the signage? I can't really tell you other than I have no excuse whatsoever. Driving taxi is a war, and to not pay attention every second is potentially fatal. That, ladies and gentlemen, is my everyday reality.
The judge herself was great, friendly, and having seen my situation thousands of times, voiced even before I could say it, the fact that I was probably rushing a passenger to an appointment, something completely accurate. She apologized when announcing that the City of Seattle would only allow her to reduce the fine to $80.00, mandated not by her but by the powers dictating her authority. Given the madness I encounter daily upon the streets I don't blame anyone for trying to control what is truly insane driving behavior exhibited by the masses. And with the City of Seattle planning even more red light and school cameras, I am sure the good judge will be busy past commonsense.
The only personal positive I can take from the experience is the great public art to be found in Seattle's municipal buildings, some great Eastern Washington photographs and one very interesting large oil painting making the moment slightly less painful.
A Rat Jumping Ship?
Has Uber hit its last fatal financial iceberg? From recent actions demonstrated by former Uber CEO Travis Kalanick, the Uber sailing forecast appears to be doomed, Kalanick having already sold off 90% of his company stock, $2.5 billion dollars worth, and will soon be divesting the remaining 10% of his Uber holdings. Since June of this year, Uber stock has lost 43% of its original value. The question is, when will Uber's corporate investors join Kalanick in getting out before going down with the sinking ship? The new year, 2020, should tell us much concerning Uber's future. Maybe, just maybe, 2020 will be Uber's setting sun, an unsavory company receiving its just desserts.
And all those former loyal Uber customers might find themselves riding in a taxi. I would like that, and I am sure, you would too.
A Reader Asks a Question
When was Uber formed? The answer is 2009, with the original idea for the company forming in 2007 & 2008.
Dealing with Drunks: Just tell them goodbye
Late last night, two inebriated fellows, wanted to go a local MacDonald's. That they didn't know where one was didn't stop them from angrily bossing me around. I immediately told them then to get out or I was calling the police, having done nothing wrong expect perhaps letting them into the cab, not interested in their unnecessary abuse. That is how you deal with unruly drunks. There is no other way.
These guys were high-caste Indians from India. Have you been following what has been happening recently in India? In my case, India's bad behavior was transferred to my cab, and I am neither Muslim or from Kashmir. No, I do want Indian citizenship.
Again, treated once again as a taxi dalit. Boring!
A Rat Jumping Ship?
Has Uber hit its last fatal financial iceberg? From recent actions demonstrated by former Uber CEO Travis Kalanick, the Uber sailing forecast appears to be doomed, Kalanick having already sold off 90% of his company stock, $2.5 billion dollars worth, and will soon be divesting the remaining 10% of his Uber holdings. Since June of this year, Uber stock has lost 43% of its original value. The question is, when will Uber's corporate investors join Kalanick in getting out before going down with the sinking ship? The new year, 2020, should tell us much concerning Uber's future. Maybe, just maybe, 2020 will be Uber's setting sun, an unsavory company receiving its just desserts.
And all those former loyal Uber customers might find themselves riding in a taxi. I would like that, and I am sure, you would too.
A Reader Asks a Question
When was Uber formed? The answer is 2009, with the original idea for the company forming in 2007 & 2008.
Dealing with Drunks: Just tell them goodbye
Late last night, two inebriated fellows, wanted to go a local MacDonald's. That they didn't know where one was didn't stop them from angrily bossing me around. I immediately told them then to get out or I was calling the police, having done nothing wrong expect perhaps letting them into the cab, not interested in their unnecessary abuse. That is how you deal with unruly drunks. There is no other way.
These guys were high-caste Indians from India. Have you been following what has been happening recently in India? In my case, India's bad behavior was transferred to my cab, and I am neither Muslim or from Kashmir. No, I do want Indian citizenship.
Again, treated once again as a taxi dalit. Boring!
Friday, December 13, 2019
After Uber Is Again Banned In London, Uber CEO Khosrowshahi Says London's Decision Is "Just Wrong!"
In late November, the City of London once again stripped Uber of its license to operate, having taken a similar action back in 2007. While Uber continues to operate in London while appealing the decision, how can Uber truly protest after it was found that many customers, while trustfully using their app, were provided at least 14,000 unauthorized rides by unregistered drivers, drivers minus unverified driver licenses and not carrying any kind of insurance coverage. What this translates into is, that in the case of at least a minimum of 14,000 rides, Uber did not know who was driving their customers, and worse, provided those rides with no protective insurance whatsoever. Most often, it appears, this all occurring with the complicity and cooperation of fully registered Uber drivers actively assisting in defrauding the Uber app, allowing friends and family and complete strangers to drive their cars or use their identities, most often for personal profit. I see a number of important questions springing from this kind of behavior.
1) Given this is criminal behavior, what kind of screening process, if any, did Uber utilize when signing up these people to drive for them?
2) Did the City of London, like the City of Seattle, relinquish all screening and regulatory control to Uber, thus allowing Uber to sidestep normal regulatory process and procedures?
3) Will the City of London hold Uber drivers transferring their app to someone else legally responsible?
4) If the City of London does re-certify Uber, do they intend to retain oversight just as they now oversee all London Black-car taxicab licensing and behavior?
5) Will the City of London require Uber to pay damages to the thousands of customers who unknowingly rode and paid for fraudulent service?
Why it might seem odd for someone in the USA to pose these questions for City of London/ Police Department authorities, I do this solely to encourage everyone to put Uber's behavior in the proper perspective---that it is outrageous for something on this scale to occur without far reaching consequences for Uber, and not only in the United Kingdom but everywhere it operates. When will Uber's egregious behavior end, with how many more unauthorized rides, rapes and murders to their unworthy credit?
Why I know it's difficult to stop or modify government behavior, why does the same need apply to corporations like Uber, where accountability at best isn't worth the paper its written on, and company CEOs can act like they are the wronged party? I believe it is time, past time, to make Uber an example and permanently shut them down in London and across the globe, sending the firm message that their kind of arrogance is not acceptable. Other, far more responsible companies will come in to fill the gap, and perhaps taxi will once again be recognized for the honorable industry it is, hearkening a new era for a falsely maligned cab industry.
Yes, one might call this an idle hope but justice does sometimes occur. I suggest contacting who you may and telling them Uber must be held accountable. It will only take a few minutes. And I am sure your God of whatever definition you have concerning metaphysical influence, will bless you for it, an unexpected bonus to your busy day, God too an interested party to madness sanctioned as sanity.
1) Given this is criminal behavior, what kind of screening process, if any, did Uber utilize when signing up these people to drive for them?
2) Did the City of London, like the City of Seattle, relinquish all screening and regulatory control to Uber, thus allowing Uber to sidestep normal regulatory process and procedures?
3) Will the City of London hold Uber drivers transferring their app to someone else legally responsible?
4) If the City of London does re-certify Uber, do they intend to retain oversight just as they now oversee all London Black-car taxicab licensing and behavior?
5) Will the City of London require Uber to pay damages to the thousands of customers who unknowingly rode and paid for fraudulent service?
Why it might seem odd for someone in the USA to pose these questions for City of London/ Police Department authorities, I do this solely to encourage everyone to put Uber's behavior in the proper perspective---that it is outrageous for something on this scale to occur without far reaching consequences for Uber, and not only in the United Kingdom but everywhere it operates. When will Uber's egregious behavior end, with how many more unauthorized rides, rapes and murders to their unworthy credit?
Why I know it's difficult to stop or modify government behavior, why does the same need apply to corporations like Uber, where accountability at best isn't worth the paper its written on, and company CEOs can act like they are the wronged party? I believe it is time, past time, to make Uber an example and permanently shut them down in London and across the globe, sending the firm message that their kind of arrogance is not acceptable. Other, far more responsible companies will come in to fill the gap, and perhaps taxi will once again be recognized for the honorable industry it is, hearkening a new era for a falsely maligned cab industry.
Yes, one might call this an idle hope but justice does sometimes occur. I suggest contacting who you may and telling them Uber must be held accountable. It will only take a few minutes. And I am sure your God of whatever definition you have concerning metaphysical influence, will bless you for it, an unexpected bonus to your busy day, God too an interested party to madness sanctioned as sanity.
Sunday, December 8, 2019
Quoting Troy West, Uber Chief Legal Officer: "What It Says Is That Uber Is A Reflection Of The Society It Serves."
This quote is taken from a New York Times article written by Kate Conger reporting Uber's announcement verifying 3,045 sexual assaults for the year 2018, 92 % of the attacks originating with Uber operators assaulting their customers. 9 customers were murdered and 58 killed in automobile accidents. While the total trip volume is high, over a billion rides provided, those still are shocking statistics generated by Uber. Lyft too announced over 40 rapes occurring over their ride-share system.
Can you imagine the uproar if the American taxi industry made similar announcements, admitting to rape, murder and an in-general mayhem occurring in their cabs? But here we have Troy West, the guy responsible for overseeing customer safety for Uber "ho-humming" these terrible incidents by more or less saying "what do you expect, we live in a violent society."
While it remains true that violence exists in America, one DOES NOT expect to be raped taking an Uber, Lyft or cab home from a concert or local tavern. Do you expect to be raped when shopping for apples at Safeway or shoes at Macy's? Of course you don't, instinctively expecting a safe and sane shopping environment provided by responsible businesses.
To believe Troy West, that being raped is inevitable due to the society we live in, is to embrace the belief that anarchy and bedlam is our everyday norm, something that simply isn't true, West instead attempting to justify Uber's totally inexcusable behavior. What his statement says to me is an admission that Uber is not in control of its own operations, and worse, never will be, our "insane society" making this kind of behavior a distorted, inescapable guarantee, that having our customers murdered and raped just part of our everyday business reality.
Unreal is all I can say. And how and why Uber will continue to be accepted as a functional company is something I don't understand. Even one rape is completely unacceptable but over 3000 boggles all credulity. How can this be possible?
And how can this keep happening day after week after month after year? Government and its regulators must intercede before they too or someone they love are victimized by an unqualified ride-share (TNC) operator. Just recently, an Uber driver in Lebanon was convicted of raping and killing a 30 year old female British diplomat, someone who was scheduled to return home to the UK the next day. I mention this only to illustrate the true human costs of the lackadaisical regulatory approach taken by governments across the globe toward Uber and Lyft and other TNC companies. To quote Pete Seeger, "When will they ever learn?"
Good question, isn't it?
Can you imagine the uproar if the American taxi industry made similar announcements, admitting to rape, murder and an in-general mayhem occurring in their cabs? But here we have Troy West, the guy responsible for overseeing customer safety for Uber "ho-humming" these terrible incidents by more or less saying "what do you expect, we live in a violent society."
While it remains true that violence exists in America, one DOES NOT expect to be raped taking an Uber, Lyft or cab home from a concert or local tavern. Do you expect to be raped when shopping for apples at Safeway or shoes at Macy's? Of course you don't, instinctively expecting a safe and sane shopping environment provided by responsible businesses.
To believe Troy West, that being raped is inevitable due to the society we live in, is to embrace the belief that anarchy and bedlam is our everyday norm, something that simply isn't true, West instead attempting to justify Uber's totally inexcusable behavior. What his statement says to me is an admission that Uber is not in control of its own operations, and worse, never will be, our "insane society" making this kind of behavior a distorted, inescapable guarantee, that having our customers murdered and raped just part of our everyday business reality.
Unreal is all I can say. And how and why Uber will continue to be accepted as a functional company is something I don't understand. Even one rape is completely unacceptable but over 3000 boggles all credulity. How can this be possible?
And how can this keep happening day after week after month after year? Government and its regulators must intercede before they too or someone they love are victimized by an unqualified ride-share (TNC) operator. Just recently, an Uber driver in Lebanon was convicted of raping and killing a 30 year old female British diplomat, someone who was scheduled to return home to the UK the next day. I mention this only to illustrate the true human costs of the lackadaisical regulatory approach taken by governments across the globe toward Uber and Lyft and other TNC companies. To quote Pete Seeger, "When will they ever learn?"
Good question, isn't it?
Monday, December 2, 2019
The Car Is Everything & I Don't Want To Be Rated
My Ford Crown Victoria, YC Cab 1092, certainly has a smooth and steady suspension, that very apparent after my coffee cup survived a mile-long ride atop the car, only realizing it was there once upon entering Highway 99 southbound. Quickly pulling over, I gratefully retrieved the errant cup, pleased it had survived the perilous journey. I mention this because a well- maintained cab is everything to the cabbie. Without it, we are literally nowhere whatsoever, stranded upon the roadside or worst.
Currently I am averaging approximately 5000 rough and tumble taxi miles per month. When I bought the car, the odometer read over 103,000 miles driven. Now 1092 has over 253,000 miles and counting. Two weeks ago the differential and axle required professional attention. Saturday I had the oil changed and a light bulb replaced. What's next I can't tell you but whatever is required I do it because there is no alternative. The car is everything, something I know and won't forget. More than once, poor cab association maintenance got me involved in accidents, telling me that kind of attitude is inexcusable, money their unfortunate bottom line. And yes, I have been paying attention, which is all I want or need to say, be it tomorrow or today.
I Don't Care How Many Stars You Think I Am
The headline story in last Friday's Wall Street Journal complained about the spread of false ratings over the Internet. Yes, anyone can say anything, true or not, to influence a potential buyer in one direction or the other. And even if the rating or comment is real, done by an actual consumer, opinion is too often subjective, often based upon bias not founded upon objectivity.
Personally then, I neither want or need to be rated by passengers as Yellow is currently doing, arbitrarily judging our performance. I never requested this disservice. The only rating me or any other cabbie is interested in is framed by tipping, by the tips we receive. My friend Ted, playing a customer one of his new songs, received a hundred dollar bill for a short ride, the guy reporting that "he was stoked!" That is the kind of rating we want, meaning money, by far the best enduring compliment.
And thank you very much, I am sure.
Currently I am averaging approximately 5000 rough and tumble taxi miles per month. When I bought the car, the odometer read over 103,000 miles driven. Now 1092 has over 253,000 miles and counting. Two weeks ago the differential and axle required professional attention. Saturday I had the oil changed and a light bulb replaced. What's next I can't tell you but whatever is required I do it because there is no alternative. The car is everything, something I know and won't forget. More than once, poor cab association maintenance got me involved in accidents, telling me that kind of attitude is inexcusable, money their unfortunate bottom line. And yes, I have been paying attention, which is all I want or need to say, be it tomorrow or today.
I Don't Care How Many Stars You Think I Am
The headline story in last Friday's Wall Street Journal complained about the spread of false ratings over the Internet. Yes, anyone can say anything, true or not, to influence a potential buyer in one direction or the other. And even if the rating or comment is real, done by an actual consumer, opinion is too often subjective, often based upon bias not founded upon objectivity.
Personally then, I neither want or need to be rated by passengers as Yellow is currently doing, arbitrarily judging our performance. I never requested this disservice. The only rating me or any other cabbie is interested in is framed by tipping, by the tips we receive. My friend Ted, playing a customer one of his new songs, received a hundred dollar bill for a short ride, the guy reporting that "he was stoked!" That is the kind of rating we want, meaning money, by far the best enduring compliment.
And thank you very much, I am sure.
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Greetings From Seattle's Chinatown----The Story Of Why Explaining My Too Many Years Driving Taxi
In 1991, after a mere four years driving taxi, and that mostly part-time, I thought I was completely done with taxi. How and why I am still here is something that might interest some of you, because, and you can believe it, it was never my intention to slave away at the taxi salt mines all these years later. But before I do that, I will elaborate a bit about my latest departure from New Mexico.
Given our flight to Oakland, California was leaving Friday morning at 6:10 AM, we wisely decided to leave San Lorenzo early Thursday morning, having reserved an AirB&B apartment in a small town along New Mexico State Route 47, giving us an early 20 mile drive to the Albuquerque airport. Another intention was to check out two national wildlife refuges located parallel to Interstate-25, and were we ever glad we did, coming upon thousands of migrating sandhill cranes and snow geese at Bosque Del Apache National Wildlife Refuge. The first thing we did, before coming upon the birds, was take a 1.7 mile loop walk through this wonderfully leafy, transitional prairie to desert patch of land, unaware of the feathery surprise soon awaiting us once returning to the car.
Continuing on the North Loop road, we soon came upon the first of three mixed groupings of birds, the aforementioned cranes and snow geese along with other bird species, some water fowl, others not, one contingent seemingly of grackles, their purplish black feathers glistening in the sunshine. Remarkably, further down the road, we were privileged to witness white waves of snow geese swooping in for landings 75 feet away, something normally seen on nature documentaries instead of our front row car seats. Wonderful is all I can say, and our lodging was fine, getting to the airport minus any serious confusion, filling up our rental car for $2.27 per gallon.
How I got to be a Taxi Semi-Lifer
It really starts when I was twenty, refusing the second of two college scholarships, thus setting myself up for future hardship and my ever tenuous cabbie career. The first offer was an easy (and rational) refusal, the United States Navy offering me a four-year free ride on the way to commanding my own destroyer or something like that. But given I was seeking, and granted my CO (1-0) draft exemption, it made perfect sense to say no to that.
My second offer, this time from the University of Washington, was far more legitimate, a fully paid four years plus living stipend, and this dumbbell, totally alienated idiot kid walked away from what would/should have been the beginnings of some kind of scholarly career. Amazingly to me, especially now, not one person in my circle of college-educated older adults advised me otherwise, the young fool clearly not understanding a great opportunity wasted. Why did that happen, this avoidance of necessary council by those who knew better? I could tell you but I won't, it being an embarrassment never admitted by many who still walk our shared earth.
What area of study would I have focused upon, had I chosen to pursue a degree? I am guessing history, due to a natural tendency in that direction of study. When I was 18, and in Denver, Colorado April 1972 after two years of wandering the western US and Canada, living in communes and upon the side of the road, I decided getting my GED was a good idea, walking into Denver University minus a second of study and leaving with a "top ten percentage of all high school graduates" history knowledge. That I knew nearly nothing is the scary part but leastwise I displayed some instinctive aptitude for the subject, knowing that England was actually the United Kingdom and Gambia's primary export was ground nuts (peanuts).
In January 1973, now 19, I found myself in Seattle looking for my "alternative service" job, and along with my cat Sniffer, hoping for the best. What I didn't know was that President Nixon was about to end the draft in February, leaving me at loose ends in the Great Northwest. Essentially feeling nuts, out-of-my-mind, I fell into a group therapy situation where transactional analysis (TA) was the primary therapeutic modality, providing some interpretation for our often inexplicable human behavior. The long and short of it is that I was offered training to become some kind therapist, and being slightly dumb and impressionable, I accepted the offer. Did I want to be some version of psychologist? No, not at all. So why did I proceed for three years through the training? Stupidity is my only answer.
This all brings me up to the subject at hand, how and why I have driven taxi off and on since the Autumn of 1987. There is much I could say but soon after I refused the University of Washington, I got my first professional "pysch" job at age 20, totally minus a degree. Two years later I got another one, again with the agency knowing fully I hadn't attended a minute of college.
What this translated to is that by the time I moved down to San Francisco in 1979 to join the woman I later married, I already had nearly four years of professional experience along with my three therapist training years. Jobs were tight and it was obvious I had to do something drastic to make myself employable, meaning I composed a professional resume saying I had a degree. Everything upon the resume was true other than that major fib. And for years forward, no one asked for proof like college transcripts and the like. Clearly I was educated but no one knowing I was my primary teacher. Also during this time period, I got a poetry editor gig on a debuting magazine. That I could barely write didn't seem to matter but I worked hard, wrote every day and faked it well to the point that within a few years I was actually nearing competency. In 1986 they published my long poem "Six Houses," a poetic analysis of my family, including myself. Given my total experience at the time, it was and remains a decent effort.
Once back in Seattle I continued my degree charade until it no longer worked, given jobs were asking for college records because insuring staff became a tantamount work requirement, legally protecting agencies from staff misdeeds. When I did begin driving cab, I was in my second year of a five-year long case management gig working with developmentally disabled, mentally ill sexual offenders. Not easy but I had the skills and it paid well but it turned out to be, more or less, my last psychiatric job.
In mid-1990, I quit that job to drive taxi full-time (4 days a week, 12 hour shifts) at Farwest. I made bunches of money, saved a lot, quit that and headed for Europe to live and write and concentrate solely upon money-making projects. I was permanently done with taxi but one major problem occurred. On the way there, I got sick overnight, something quite mystifying, requiring many years of staying ill before I got a hint to what was going on. Unfortunately, after only a handful of months, I returned to the USA and Seattle sick, sick, sick. And soon, with my savings gone, I had to work though I was very ill.
I first returned to cabbing, knowing full well that I probably wouldn't be getting another psychiatric job despite now having a professional resume that included two big-time local neurologists and a therapist specializing in DD-related issues. None knew I didn't have a degree. And twice I was hired as a Mental Health Professional, meaning someone going out and making involuntary commitment assessments. In both instances, I quit after a week when it became apparent there was no getting around the fact that I couldn't provide either agency with the necessary documents.
While there is much more to this story, you now know why I have labored all these years beneath the top-light. The money has been good, and before the Uber Era, I worked two long days on and five completely off. It worked well enough to be comfortable and get some writing done. Travel also became a priority.
Yes, that the quick story minus the glory but don't cry, don't cry for me, I was young and dumb and half crazy, and could or should have known better; such is fate, such is life, and my biggest mistake was choosing the wrong woman to be my wife.
A commonplace story indeed. Oh my heart does bleed! while preventing myself the best I can from going to seed.
Given our flight to Oakland, California was leaving Friday morning at 6:10 AM, we wisely decided to leave San Lorenzo early Thursday morning, having reserved an AirB&B apartment in a small town along New Mexico State Route 47, giving us an early 20 mile drive to the Albuquerque airport. Another intention was to check out two national wildlife refuges located parallel to Interstate-25, and were we ever glad we did, coming upon thousands of migrating sandhill cranes and snow geese at Bosque Del Apache National Wildlife Refuge. The first thing we did, before coming upon the birds, was take a 1.7 mile loop walk through this wonderfully leafy, transitional prairie to desert patch of land, unaware of the feathery surprise soon awaiting us once returning to the car.
Continuing on the North Loop road, we soon came upon the first of three mixed groupings of birds, the aforementioned cranes and snow geese along with other bird species, some water fowl, others not, one contingent seemingly of grackles, their purplish black feathers glistening in the sunshine. Remarkably, further down the road, we were privileged to witness white waves of snow geese swooping in for landings 75 feet away, something normally seen on nature documentaries instead of our front row car seats. Wonderful is all I can say, and our lodging was fine, getting to the airport minus any serious confusion, filling up our rental car for $2.27 per gallon.
How I got to be a Taxi Semi-Lifer
It really starts when I was twenty, refusing the second of two college scholarships, thus setting myself up for future hardship and my ever tenuous cabbie career. The first offer was an easy (and rational) refusal, the United States Navy offering me a four-year free ride on the way to commanding my own destroyer or something like that. But given I was seeking, and granted my CO (1-0) draft exemption, it made perfect sense to say no to that.
My second offer, this time from the University of Washington, was far more legitimate, a fully paid four years plus living stipend, and this dumbbell, totally alienated idiot kid walked away from what would/should have been the beginnings of some kind of scholarly career. Amazingly to me, especially now, not one person in my circle of college-educated older adults advised me otherwise, the young fool clearly not understanding a great opportunity wasted. Why did that happen, this avoidance of necessary council by those who knew better? I could tell you but I won't, it being an embarrassment never admitted by many who still walk our shared earth.
What area of study would I have focused upon, had I chosen to pursue a degree? I am guessing history, due to a natural tendency in that direction of study. When I was 18, and in Denver, Colorado April 1972 after two years of wandering the western US and Canada, living in communes and upon the side of the road, I decided getting my GED was a good idea, walking into Denver University minus a second of study and leaving with a "top ten percentage of all high school graduates" history knowledge. That I knew nearly nothing is the scary part but leastwise I displayed some instinctive aptitude for the subject, knowing that England was actually the United Kingdom and Gambia's primary export was ground nuts (peanuts).
In January 1973, now 19, I found myself in Seattle looking for my "alternative service" job, and along with my cat Sniffer, hoping for the best. What I didn't know was that President Nixon was about to end the draft in February, leaving me at loose ends in the Great Northwest. Essentially feeling nuts, out-of-my-mind, I fell into a group therapy situation where transactional analysis (TA) was the primary therapeutic modality, providing some interpretation for our often inexplicable human behavior. The long and short of it is that I was offered training to become some kind therapist, and being slightly dumb and impressionable, I accepted the offer. Did I want to be some version of psychologist? No, not at all. So why did I proceed for three years through the training? Stupidity is my only answer.
This all brings me up to the subject at hand, how and why I have driven taxi off and on since the Autumn of 1987. There is much I could say but soon after I refused the University of Washington, I got my first professional "pysch" job at age 20, totally minus a degree. Two years later I got another one, again with the agency knowing fully I hadn't attended a minute of college.
What this translated to is that by the time I moved down to San Francisco in 1979 to join the woman I later married, I already had nearly four years of professional experience along with my three therapist training years. Jobs were tight and it was obvious I had to do something drastic to make myself employable, meaning I composed a professional resume saying I had a degree. Everything upon the resume was true other than that major fib. And for years forward, no one asked for proof like college transcripts and the like. Clearly I was educated but no one knowing I was my primary teacher. Also during this time period, I got a poetry editor gig on a debuting magazine. That I could barely write didn't seem to matter but I worked hard, wrote every day and faked it well to the point that within a few years I was actually nearing competency. In 1986 they published my long poem "Six Houses," a poetic analysis of my family, including myself. Given my total experience at the time, it was and remains a decent effort.
Once back in Seattle I continued my degree charade until it no longer worked, given jobs were asking for college records because insuring staff became a tantamount work requirement, legally protecting agencies from staff misdeeds. When I did begin driving cab, I was in my second year of a five-year long case management gig working with developmentally disabled, mentally ill sexual offenders. Not easy but I had the skills and it paid well but it turned out to be, more or less, my last psychiatric job.
In mid-1990, I quit that job to drive taxi full-time (4 days a week, 12 hour shifts) at Farwest. I made bunches of money, saved a lot, quit that and headed for Europe to live and write and concentrate solely upon money-making projects. I was permanently done with taxi but one major problem occurred. On the way there, I got sick overnight, something quite mystifying, requiring many years of staying ill before I got a hint to what was going on. Unfortunately, after only a handful of months, I returned to the USA and Seattle sick, sick, sick. And soon, with my savings gone, I had to work though I was very ill.
I first returned to cabbing, knowing full well that I probably wouldn't be getting another psychiatric job despite now having a professional resume that included two big-time local neurologists and a therapist specializing in DD-related issues. None knew I didn't have a degree. And twice I was hired as a Mental Health Professional, meaning someone going out and making involuntary commitment assessments. In both instances, I quit after a week when it became apparent there was no getting around the fact that I couldn't provide either agency with the necessary documents.
While there is much more to this story, you now know why I have labored all these years beneath the top-light. The money has been good, and before the Uber Era, I worked two long days on and five completely off. It worked well enough to be comfortable and get some writing done. Travel also became a priority.
Yes, that the quick story minus the glory but don't cry, don't cry for me, I was young and dumb and half crazy, and could or should have known better; such is fate, such is life, and my biggest mistake was choosing the wrong woman to be my wife.
A commonplace story indeed. Oh my heart does bleed! while preventing myself the best I can from going to seed.
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Greetings Once More From San Lorenzo, NM: A Tribute To Gill & Jim's Taxi Repair Shop & More Food For Thought For Regulating Seattle's Taxi Associations---Where Did That 5 Million Dollars Go?
Yes, back in New Mexico once again, this time with the one and only "she-who-can't-be-named," yes, that very same individual who urged me strongly nearly a decade ago to begin writing this blog; this same someone now refusing to read my words due to her deep-seated hatred of taxi, understanding too well the dire toll it takes upon me. Ah yes, but what can one do except leave it behind as much as possible while doing everything I can in the next few months to exit taxi permanently?
Though right at this moment, here in tiny San Lorenzo, there is no outside noise whatsoever, cars passing an average of about one every two-three hours in a given 24 hour day. Dogs bark but I like dogs, their vocalizing music to my ears. When I was ten years old in 1964, I lived in a very far northern Woodland Cree community in Alberta, Canada, where the 2000 plus sled dogs out numbered the human inhabitants, barking and howling, serenading the frozen night.
Yes, provide me quiet sanity embracing the hours, forgetting about dumbbell politics and who is winning the next football game, mattering instead---time to think and hike, like we did yesterday, to one of the largest juniper pine trees residing upon our planet, truly a wonderful sight to behold. What is truly important? Peace of mind, body and soul, everything else manufactured brunt offerings to the modern gods demanding all our precious time and money. Is it worth it? My answer, simply, how could it be?
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But getting back to taxi, it is my pleasure to tell everyone about a car repair shop that is less about money and more about making sure your cab is operational and back upon the road, knowing a minute lost is meaningful to the forever fare hungry cabbie. Gill's shop, located on the corner of South 120th Street/Gendale South and Des Moines Memorial Way South, is a tangle of dead cabs and numerous cars in various stages of repair. One feels lucky, at least I do, when you find a parking place squeezed between that vehicle menagerie and the bays of the garage, again habitually occupied by a car undergoing day surgery. Usually, it's Jim I first encounter, Gill being the owner, showing up later, with Joe, a somewhat wild man servitor, bouncing from project to project from opening to closing. Normally Jim, a mechanic since age 16, makes the first diagnosis, with Gill usually the concurring physician. Combined together, Jim and Gill form a benevolent practice dealing with crazed, frantic, demanding patients wanting their mechanical maladies instantaneously healed, and sometimes they are obliged, and sometimes not.
Last Saturday, mere hours before I was setting off in my personal car, "Taco," a 2012 Chevrolet Sonic, for Arcata, California, I first had to have 1092 ("Gabriel") attended to, as a noise was generating from somewhere in the rear axle. Jim got right to it, fixing one issue but deciding a visit to the machine shop necessary come Monday or Tuesday. Asking Gill how much I needed to pay, he patted me on the back, saying "Pay me when you get back. Have a great trip." What else can I say but "Thanks, guys, you are terrific! and you are the greatest mechanics on our entire planet earth! Man! do I appreciate such amazing (and unusual) empathy."
The City of Seattle and King County Sitting Upon their Regulatory Hands
Understand, it just isn't Seattle Yellow I fault, because every association I have been associated with---Farwest, Broadway, Greytop---had their obvious flaws and faults and serious blemishes, and if asked, could outline in full detail. And Northend Cab, the now defunct "far north" company, was infamous for its mismanagement and corruption and in-general dishonest operating practices.
I say this only to point out that Seattle and KC taxi regulators have done nothing whatsoever the past 30 plus years to rein in egregious association behavior, allowing them to operate clearly mechanically dangerous cabs along with violating driver's legal and civil rights. What do the these local regulators do best? Collect fees for City and County coffers. I challenge anyone to dispute that assessment without telling obvious fibs, history telling us the full, unadulterated story.
And its history going back four, five years is what I am alluding to, when the Port of Seattle discovered that Yellow Cab (BYG Co-op) allegedly under reported $5,000,000 in required fee collections. I have written about this before but in shortened detail, what the Port of Seattle (Sea-Tac International Airport) believed occurred was Yellow inaccurately reporting long, fee required fares as short, non-fee required fares, thus saving millions of dollars potentially for themselves.
Due to poor Sea-Tac record keeping, the Port decided it wasn't totally possible to determine the real and actual damage, thus allowing Yellow to escape true legal scrutiny by paying an agreed to settlement of approximately $900.000. I mention this because, for as far as I know, Seattle and King County regulators did little to nothing toward further investigating Yellow's alleged financial malfeasance.
If anyone asks why it should have been necessary, all one needs to know is that the Port of Seattle requires all cabs working the airport to have both City & County medallions, meaning of course Seattle and KC holding the regulatory authority overseeing all association behavior. One might think that an alleged theft of over five million dollars in service fees would interest them, but since they have seemed disinterested both then and now, it says everything about what they were, and are doing or not, in terms of functional oversight. Need I say more? I don't think so.
Though right at this moment, here in tiny San Lorenzo, there is no outside noise whatsoever, cars passing an average of about one every two-three hours in a given 24 hour day. Dogs bark but I like dogs, their vocalizing music to my ears. When I was ten years old in 1964, I lived in a very far northern Woodland Cree community in Alberta, Canada, where the 2000 plus sled dogs out numbered the human inhabitants, barking and howling, serenading the frozen night.
Yes, provide me quiet sanity embracing the hours, forgetting about dumbbell politics and who is winning the next football game, mattering instead---time to think and hike, like we did yesterday, to one of the largest juniper pine trees residing upon our planet, truly a wonderful sight to behold. What is truly important? Peace of mind, body and soul, everything else manufactured brunt offerings to the modern gods demanding all our precious time and money. Is it worth it? My answer, simply, how could it be?
_____________ ______________ _________________ ________________
But getting back to taxi, it is my pleasure to tell everyone about a car repair shop that is less about money and more about making sure your cab is operational and back upon the road, knowing a minute lost is meaningful to the forever fare hungry cabbie. Gill's shop, located on the corner of South 120th Street/Gendale South and Des Moines Memorial Way South, is a tangle of dead cabs and numerous cars in various stages of repair. One feels lucky, at least I do, when you find a parking place squeezed between that vehicle menagerie and the bays of the garage, again habitually occupied by a car undergoing day surgery. Usually, it's Jim I first encounter, Gill being the owner, showing up later, with Joe, a somewhat wild man servitor, bouncing from project to project from opening to closing. Normally Jim, a mechanic since age 16, makes the first diagnosis, with Gill usually the concurring physician. Combined together, Jim and Gill form a benevolent practice dealing with crazed, frantic, demanding patients wanting their mechanical maladies instantaneously healed, and sometimes they are obliged, and sometimes not.
Last Saturday, mere hours before I was setting off in my personal car, "Taco," a 2012 Chevrolet Sonic, for Arcata, California, I first had to have 1092 ("Gabriel") attended to, as a noise was generating from somewhere in the rear axle. Jim got right to it, fixing one issue but deciding a visit to the machine shop necessary come Monday or Tuesday. Asking Gill how much I needed to pay, he patted me on the back, saying "Pay me when you get back. Have a great trip." What else can I say but "Thanks, guys, you are terrific! and you are the greatest mechanics on our entire planet earth! Man! do I appreciate such amazing (and unusual) empathy."
The City of Seattle and King County Sitting Upon their Regulatory Hands
Understand, it just isn't Seattle Yellow I fault, because every association I have been associated with---Farwest, Broadway, Greytop---had their obvious flaws and faults and serious blemishes, and if asked, could outline in full detail. And Northend Cab, the now defunct "far north" company, was infamous for its mismanagement and corruption and in-general dishonest operating practices.
I say this only to point out that Seattle and KC taxi regulators have done nothing whatsoever the past 30 plus years to rein in egregious association behavior, allowing them to operate clearly mechanically dangerous cabs along with violating driver's legal and civil rights. What do the these local regulators do best? Collect fees for City and County coffers. I challenge anyone to dispute that assessment without telling obvious fibs, history telling us the full, unadulterated story.
And its history going back four, five years is what I am alluding to, when the Port of Seattle discovered that Yellow Cab (BYG Co-op) allegedly under reported $5,000,000 in required fee collections. I have written about this before but in shortened detail, what the Port of Seattle (Sea-Tac International Airport) believed occurred was Yellow inaccurately reporting long, fee required fares as short, non-fee required fares, thus saving millions of dollars potentially for themselves.
Due to poor Sea-Tac record keeping, the Port decided it wasn't totally possible to determine the real and actual damage, thus allowing Yellow to escape true legal scrutiny by paying an agreed to settlement of approximately $900.000. I mention this because, for as far as I know, Seattle and King County regulators did little to nothing toward further investigating Yellow's alleged financial malfeasance.
If anyone asks why it should have been necessary, all one needs to know is that the Port of Seattle requires all cabs working the airport to have both City & County medallions, meaning of course Seattle and KC holding the regulatory authority overseeing all association behavior. One might think that an alleged theft of over five million dollars in service fees would interest them, but since they have seemed disinterested both then and now, it says everything about what they were, and are doing or not, in terms of functional oversight. Need I say more? I don't think so.
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