Pedicab Man

Irish John and Big John at St. Michael's Church. Four signers of the US Constitution are buried in the cemetery of this church. Most days they look better than Irish John.


I picked up $15 off the street in front of a hotel and asked Allen, a seventy something bellmen, if it was his. He said yes, but turned a red in the face when another bellman came out and asked if we found any money--you'd think you could trust an old guy.

Saturday was a BIG day...bet I had over 500 pounds in the cab at least 5 times, not to mention 2 or 3 knee replacements--I'm beginning to think the whole country needs to loose weight. Did 5 or 6 rides to 108 Murry for a Home and Garden deal, which is about a 5 mile round trip from the Market. Last night, between leg cramps, I ate a box of cookies--I love the biker diet.

I told all the hotel people we were going to start making airport runs. When they gave me the side ways look I added, "Of course the customer is going to have to provide their own tent and if they have a flight tomorrow morning you better get their butts down here so we can get started."

In the mornings, on the way to work, my bike tires turn yellow from the pollen. It's a hay fever nightmare. You've heard of the red curtain? We got the yellow curtain. The oak trees around here are sex pigs.

# posted by Jim Wallace aka PCM @ 5:59 PM