Taxi Share“I got into a taxicab to go to the airport and the driver told me that we would have to stop to pick up another passenger. I groaned, but what could I do? The other passenger and I had a nice chat on the hour-long ride tothe Providence airport. When we arrived, both of us ran off to our separate flights. Three years ago, I got an email from him which began with the line, ‘You might not remember me but I met you in a taxi cab eight years ago.’ I remembered immediately; he was extremely nice. As it turns out, he wanted to build a house five miles away from the town I’ve spent every summer since I was 10. We ended up doing a beautiful shingle-style home for him and his family.”
—Thomas A. Kligerman, Ike Kligerman Barkley
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