So I was talking to Ken, a long-time reader of Taxicab Depressions the other night, who asked me how the book is coming… and I said that I’m currently working on a piece entitled, “There Are No Hyenas In North America”.
That might strike you as a cryptic title, and you might be asking yourself, “Why would a taxi driver or a taxi passenger in Florida have any reason whatsover to utter those particular seven words?”
I want to post this story here, but I think I need to save it for the book. I have such limited time to write, and it will be hard to make real progress on the book and still post something here.
I will try… I have a vignette of a drunk British guy a week ago that I really liked.
I’m doing my best. I don’t want to lose the audience that I have, but if I am busy at work, that’s less time I have to write. On slow nights when there are few rides and I am not making any money, I get some work on the book done. I’ll try to throw you a bone as often as I can…