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


Steve Layman said...

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

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.