In 1969, when I was about nine years-old, we packed up the station-wagon and moved to California. On the way there, somewhere in the middle of Nebraska, we had a flat tire. We had no lug wrench, and no way to get the tire off. There was nothing around there at all- except for cornfields, and a cemetery. It was amazing to see how my dad solved the problem. Read the rest of this entry »
My Dad Broke Into a Cemetery and Stole a Lug Wrench!
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Road Rage: Hit and Run: Taxi Vs Punk
On April - 19 - 2012 2 COMMENTS
It started out as a typical day- twelve hours at the wheel of a Yellow Cab in Chicago. I leased it for twenty-four hours, but I usually worked about twelve. I was getting tired and heading in the general direction of home. That was my system- once I reached my quota (about $150 or more), I would head toward home, but if someone flagged me down, I’d take the fare. But this night, I’d wind up doing a hit-and-run- and get away with it. Read the rest of this entry »
Road Rage Fight Over American Idol Judges
On March - 7 - 2011 ADD COMMENTS
Dateline: Chicago, March 5th, 2011. I was northbound on Pulaski Road approaching Milwaukee Avenue. As I stopped for the red light, a green car that was parked tried to pull out into the traffic lane, in front of the red car that was in front of me. The car in front of me did not want to let him in, so he blasted his horn for about a solid twenty-seconds. I didn’t see what the big deal was because he had to stop for the red light anyway. What’s the difference if he has to stop a few feet sooner? Read the rest of this entry »
Chicago Road Rage: Beater Vs Crazy Idiot
On December - 2 - 2010 1 COMMENT
Growing up in Chicago, I saw my share of road rage. I had two crazy uncles who taught me that when someone gives you the finger, you’re supposed to cut them off, get out of your car and beat the crap out of them and their car with a tire-iron. Of course I never did that though. They did, but I knew better. Read the rest of this entry »
