Thursday, April 27, 2006
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
I stopped by the cart for a talk with Hot Dog Man yesterday. The back ground noise at dog cart central (corner of King and George streets) was punctuated every half second by the pounding of a pile driver working on the foundation of the new student dormitory being built on George and St. Phillips a few hundred yards away.
"Hey, Hot Dog Man, bet you've gotten use to hearing that pile driver. Bet it's just white noise to you?"
"Yeah, don't even hear that sucker anymore."
"When I lived in Tuscaloosa there was a railroad nearby, and the sound of trains in the night became a real comfort after a time. Know what I mean?"
"Look, Pedicab Gramp, I have the same thing in my neighborhood here in Charleston. In the night I hear gunshots, bang bang bang and then a voice holler out, 'You better get out of here mother fucker.' It gives me real comfort to know everything is normal, and I can roll over and go back to sleep."
Monday, April 24, 2006
Click on picture to get a better view of the party.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
It's a girl.......
First grandbaby, Keeley Steen Short, born a few days ago, weight 8 pounds 7 oz. and 21" long. Ain't she pretty? She is also a very good baby who let her mom and dad get a good night's sleep her first day home. Geez Louise! At the grand old age of 50 , after helping raise 3 daughters, Anne tries to give me instructions on how to hold a baby. Like how much could holding a baby change over the years?
Friday, April 21, 2006
I caught this hung over Irishman in my cab today [the red eyes were a dead give away]. I would have thrown him out on his ass but he owns the cab. So I took him for a ride and lunch. We drank water and tea at lunch but wait till the 5 PM Irish rule; we'll be on beer, wine and vodka and off the cab.
Pictured is Nick Herron co-owner of Charleston Pedicab.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Bandit the Queen of Raccoons
These guys sell sweetgrass flowers. During one of our many wars, ladies use to weave these flowers from long grass blades, let them dry out and paint the petals for the boys in uniform. A few years ago some entrepreneuring kid started making and selling them on the street. It's become a nice little cottage industry. These little guys --12 and 13 years old-- gave me five bucks to carry them from the Market to the Battery, so they can sell the flowers. They say it takes about one minute to make a flower and this one branch will make about $40 worth of product. Since they let me take their picture, I gave them the five bucks back. I had to work hard to get them to smile a little for the picture almost had to tell a stupid pedicab joke.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Bandit and Scooter Meet
When we were in the car headed home after the visit, I turned to Scooter and said, "Wasn't that a wonderful and genteel evening?"
Scooter growled at me and said, "Genteel! Are you out of your f---ing mind? That so-called raccoon is a RAT. A rat with an ass as big as Kansas. Still had on the prison uniform from her escape from Rat Hell. Did you see the bitch climb up on the mantel, lay on her back and look at me with those glowing eyes? For crying out loud she was upside down putting the stare on me! I'll be shaking for two friggin' months.
"Yeah, all you could do was shake and growl, but didn't you like Max the Wonder dog?" I asked.
"He's not a bad sort, but the big oaf kept drooling on me."
"Well then what about the Raccoon Lady?"
"Look, Jimbo, let's face it, they're all whacked."
"Cool. You know how I like weirdo, whacked folks."
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Who needs a Mexican????
Picture is of rally at Marion Square, either to support or not to support the new immigration bill in Congress. When I asked people if they were for it or against it, all I got was, "No hablo inglés."
PCM is for opening the border with Mexico. If you're not in favor, take this test:
1. Take one live chicken, wring it's neck (you can use the optional chopping off of the head here, but the bird definitely needs to be dead before the next step).
2. Dip the headless bird in nearly boiling water for a couple minutes (you'll just love the smell of step two).
3. Pull off all the feathers. Are you getting used to the stink yet?
4. Open up body cavity. In time, you'll learn that a hatchet and very sharp knife work best for this step.
5. Clean out body cavity. Are you getting used to this new smell? Yes, the white stuff is chicken shit.
6. Pull out a butcher chart of a chicken and chop into appropriate parts.
7. Dig hole, bury head, body cavity stuff, and feet. (If you're doing a bird for me, just bury the whole damn thing.)
Remember, the next time you're chewing on a chicken wing that some little brown guy pulled the feathers off those dimple spots you'er sucking on.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Bandit gives directions......
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Pigger has her say......
At 10:30 I had a two-hour ride with some locals and their out-of-town guests. Nice people, who really enjoyed the ride. It's great to haul around folks who have plenty of money and think $50 per hour is a deal. Beats those tight wads from New England. At 2:00 p.m. I had another one-hour ride with a lady and her granddaughter who live on Church Street. I got a lot of local gossip on this ride. The PCM loves gossip.
Later, I led a group of five cabs [pictured above] for the Young Wedding at 4:45. We milked 1.5 hours out of this gig, which turned out to be mostly sitting around. In a three-day period I'll bet I made $200 off the Young Wedding--all nice people from New Jersey. Funny how they were complaining about the loud mouth, horn honkers from New York moving over to Jersey. Go figure........