Wednesday, January 18, 2012

First Paragraph

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


At 9:51 AM, Blogger Steve Layman said...

Oh, great one! Nice to know someone else has classic Jean Shepherd on their bookshelf. Flick lives. S

At 10:12 AM, Blogger Michael Wade said...


I discovered Jean Shepherd long after everyone else I knew had read him. A real treasure. His story about the blind date should be right up there with the best of Thurber and Twain.



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