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The Moonlight Taxi Dialogues
3/5/2006 11:31:41 AM    [ Flag as Inappropriate ]

I still think of him ....
I still think of him, although it's been years since I've seen him. He use to beg for change on the intersection of Broadway and Canal street in Manhattan. He was healthy looking for a derelict, and not too badly dressed for a begger. In other words, he was clean. His hair was long and he had and a distinguished bushy beard. He could have been a guru if not for the fact that he was American. I always handed him a dollar, for which he was grateful. And he would thank me profusely each and every time I handed it to him, saying "Thankyou so much. You always help me." I don't know why I always gave him a dollar, because back then in the early 90's the city was overflowing with bums, beggers, derelicts, and windshield wiper guys. The most you could give them was 25 cents, if that much.

Actually, one night I walked past him when I was off duty. He recognized me right away, and started to talk to me as if I was one of his best friends and benefactors in the whole world. I'm not certain, but I might have been.

That night he confessed his story to me... It was harrowing to say the least. It seems that he himself was once a taxi driver. But then one fatal night he was held up. But not just held up, he was terrorfied and held captive for hours by the perpetrators of the crime against him.

Like me, he worked the night shift. He picked up a couple that were on a crack run. I'm not sure, but somehow the man got a gun to his temple and ordered him to drive here and there... He was desperate and sweating and his girlfriend kept saying, "Why not kill the Motherf___ker and get it over with."

"Hush up, bitch... I'll kill him when I'm good and ready," shouted the man.

My poor friend pissed and shit himself that night. So great was his fear. Eventually, they made him get out of the cab and roll over on his belly on a deserted street in the Bronx, somewhere near Webster Avenue. He cried and pleaded for his life. The gun toteing perpetrator just smashed him on the back of the head repeatedly with the handle of his 38 caliber revolver. Then, when he was sure that my friend was unconscious and posed no threat, he kicked him in the ribs and drove away in his taxi.

"Wow," I said to my friend. "That's some story."

A few months later I ran into him again. He was happy. It seems that a well known portrait artist had painted him for fifty bucks. Cheap considering that he had once painted President Bush, the first one that is. He told me the painting was in the window of a prestigious Park Avenue gallery. I drove by there one night to check out the story, and sure enough there was the most elegant portrait of my friend displayed in the window. He was smoking a pipe and looked quite distinguished.

Then I realized all of a sudden that he was not a bum, he was never a bum. He was a professor... Perhaps disgraced, perhaps burnt out. The city has a way of driving certain sensitive souls right into the ground.

I never really found out what happened to him; I lost touch with him, and the flop house on the Bowery where he rented a room for ten bucks a night is gone now, replaced by a condo, or possibly a coop. But still I think of him once in awhile, and I wonder and I pray that maybe he's alright and teaching literature in an ivy league college, somewhere in southern California where it's warm and the people are friendly.


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More Blogs by Ronald Dondiego
• A Novel Told Backwards? - Sunday, August 04, 2013
• The Moonlight Taxi Dialogues - Friday, March 10, 2006
•  The Moonlight Taxi Dialogues - Sunday, March 05, 2006  
• A Taxi Cab Vignette - Saturday, February 25, 2006
• Taxi Cab Confessions: New York, New York - Saturday, February 18, 2006
• Taxi Cab Confessions: New York, New York - Saturday, December 31, 2005
• Taxi Cab Confessions - Saturday, December 24, 2005
• Taxi Cab Confessions - Tuesday, December 13, 2005
• Taxi Cab Confessions: New York City - Friday, November 25, 2005
• Taxi Driver - Thursday, November 24, 2005
• Taxi Cab Confessions: New York City - Tuesday, November 22, 2005
• Taxi Cab Confessions: New York City - Friday, November 18, 2005
• New York Hack - Sunday, November 13, 2005
• Confessions Of A Taxi Driver - Wednesday, November 09, 2005
• Taxi Cab Confessions: New York City - Sunday, November 06, 2005
• Old Flames - Sunday, October 23, 2005
• Taxi Cab Confessions: New York City - Saturday, October 22, 2005
• Taxi Cab Confessions: New York City - Wednesday, October 19, 2005
• Taxi Cab Confessions: New York City - Thursday, October 13, 2005
• Taxi Cab Confessions: New York City - Wednesday, August 31, 2005
• Taxi Cab Confessions: New York City - Thursday, August 04, 2005
• Must I Die? - Saturday, July 30, 2005
• Taxi Cab Confessions: New York City - Saturday, July 23, 2005
• Prayer - Saturday, May 28, 2005
• Taxi Cab Confessions: New York City - Saturday, May 21, 2005
• Confessions Of A Taxi Driver - Sunday, May 15, 2005
• Depression - Sunday, April 24, 2005
• The New Yorker - Wednesday, April 13, 2005
• Life - Tuesday, April 12, 2005
• Stress - Sunday, April 10, 2005
• Truth - Thursday, April 07, 2005
• Friendship - Sunday, April 03, 2005
• Windows Of The Soul - Saturday, March 12, 2005
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• Bubbles - Saturday, February 05, 2005
• Relationships - Wednesday, February 02, 2005
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• Poetry - Sunday, December 12, 2004
• Taxi Blogs - Sunday, December 05, 2004
• A Taxi Driver's Philosophical Reflections on Life - Thursday, November 04, 2004


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