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My taxi drivers of the year:
1- Paul Robeson’s nephew (or so he purported himself) who sang in Paul Robeson’s voice, honest to goodness, really, but slightly off-key, from east 10th street to the Roundabout Theatre one Christmas Eve. (I think it really was his nephew, in a quirky Christmas half-miracle.)
2- The guy from Spain who introduced me to the Buggles’ “Video Killed the Radio Star.”
3 – The various Hindu men who have asked me if I’d like to marry them, too many to name individually here. (Let them thank their lucky stars for my compassionate declinings! )
5- The Buddhist who gave me the booklet on spirituality for my mother (unfortunately she was way too rude to me that day so I never gave it to her. She’ll have to be reborn as a bug instead).
6- The mysterious, saturnine Korean lady at the wheel of a cab with a man’s ID in the window, driving me up the FDR while I wondered what she’d done with the body.

Cabby hailed as city’s best: [NYP]
Inspired by the Post’s story, Gothamist invited cabby horror stories and got surprisingly few. [Best Cabbie Ever?]

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