Commentary by Michael Wade on Leadership, Ethics, Management, and Life
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
I felt like a spy. It was the first time I had ever ridden a cab in my own hometown. When I had left it I was definitely not a cab rider. Now taking cabs was as natural as breathing or putting on shoes. I could see the cab driver giving me the eye in his rear-view mirror. He was wearing the standard Midwestern work uniform of lumberjacket, corduroy cap, and a red face.
- From In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash by Jean Shepherd