District of Columbia

Adventures in Cabbing

DC is very hot this week — it was 97 degrees F when I landed on Monday, and yesterday was much hotter. And very humid. On landing, I needed to get to my B & B quickly and decided to opt for a cab. Taxis are a little out of favor in the climate change world, especially in cities with a decent mass transit system like DC. But I didn’t see an alternative. Popping out of the terminal, I took the first cab in line. The small man in the front seat turned to me and said in a thick accent, Hello. Where are you going? Seventeenth and Lanier, near Adams-Morgan, I said. Where’s that? I leaned back, suddenly very hot and very tired.
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The 32-Year DC Zoo Review

I can remember 1976 vividly. I was eight, it was the country’s bicentennial, and my family took a big driving trip from Texas to Washington, DC, that summer in our new Toyota wagon.
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