View from the English Cabbies Window
View from the English Cabbie’s Window

I met a cab driver who “rescued” me from a stranded train in the English countryside two summers ago. He reminded me of Anthony Hopkins at his awkward, creepy, chattery best. He broke my suitcase handle after 3 weeks of trekking Europe, which led to very difficult travel a few days later in Heathrow and Manchester. He gave me his business card (I remember seeing his hand quivering), said he still corresponded with two elderly American ladies he delivered to an English destination many years earlier. He hoped I might write him too…I haven’t yet, but I’m thinking about it. I still have his card. (drum…drum…drum…)

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