Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Slow Night...

It's around 35ยบ tonight in Nashua. Before the sun comes up, the temperature could dip down to 20. There isn't much going on downtown, which is normal for a Tuesday night. We're just milling about the cab stand, waiting for the phone to ring. I know I have two personal calls coming up later on; beyond them, I can't say what I'll be getting, if anything at all. One thing is certain: I won't be getting rich tonight. Such is the nature of this business.

On nights like this, keeping ennui at bay and your mind from wandering can be tricky. There are a couple of TVs, one in the dispatcher's office, one in the lobby; I've probably watched more bad programs in the past year than I did in the previous twenty years combined. There are also a couple of those game consoles you find in bars. Before I got this Smart Phone, I dropped maybe a half-ton of quarters into them. I've done a lot of book reading while sitting in the cab. And during the 2013 season, I caught most of the Red Sox games on the radio. It was one hell of a year for them, wasn't it?

But sometimes, you can't help it -- you drift off, either into a cat nap or your thoughts. There isn't a day that goes by, for example, that I don't think of getting back to Virginia. Whether that's in the cards, though, I can't say. I'm not big on making plans anymore. Life has a way of messing my plans up (when I'm not sabotaging them all by myself). I usually just take things one day at a time, like they tell you in those AA meetings. That works rather well.

One plan I do have is to work as a cab driver through this coming winter. My chauffeur's license is good through April. After that, who knows? I may start over and do something else. Wouldn't be the first time...

Monday, November 18, 2013

Well, Which Is It?

Some nativist jackhole politician in Louisiana recently supported a measure that would have diverted funding for libraries to a jail. He didn't like some of the things libraries were doing with public money, such as... "teaching Mexicans how to speak English":


Now there's a right-wing talking point you don't encounter too often. Hell, all this time I thought they didn't wan't Mexicans speaking Spanish in the U.S. I thought assimilation was the whole point.

Then again, I'm not a nativist jackhole who thinks funding prisons at the expense of libraries is a good idea because Go Back To Mexico. I wonder how that proposal fared on election day...



Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Huh...

First post I've written on a smart phone. Not hard at all.

I guess I can do this blogging thing with a little regularity now...