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Last Cab Ride

It was one of those dark, depressed days, in 1989, in the late afternoon, right at the beginning of my shift, when I picked up a radio call at the SF General emergency entrance. I was waiting for a minute, when out shuffled a tiny, elderly man, wizened and bent over, still wearing his hospitalContinue reading “Last Cab Ride”


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