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“I had a fare once,” Christy said, “a man named Leo. Old guy. Used to work at the steel plant before it shut down. Every Wednesday at 7 PM, I’d pick him up from the VA clinic and take him to a diner on Grand Avenue. Same diner, same booth, same cup of black coffee. He never said much. But one day he told me: ‘Christy, you know why I take your cab? Because you’re the only person who still calls me by my name.’” She paused. “I picked him up for three years, every Wednesday, until he passed.”
The young woman was quiet. Then, softly: “What happened to him?” christy marks taxi
“You keep it,” Christy said, pushing the money back. “First ride’s on me. For people starting over.” “I had a fare once,” Christy said, “a man named Leo
“Long ride,” Christy said. “Buckle up.” Every Wednesday at 7 PM, I’d pick him