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12/1 the ride

I picked them up at the Pearl in the Crossroads district. It was a nice ride. It was Select; premium. I remember we talked about hamburgers. They were considerate citizens, and we confabulated well together.

I remember the decade as the 90's.
I bet I could hold my party pose till 4 in the morning.

The strangest piece of artwork in Kansas City, to me, is that big hand-finger statue creature up on 12th street, around the front of the Folly Theater.

We turn on 12th, and we drive by it. I hear them talking: He had a friend that fell from that hand-statue, when they were out on the town drinking.

Kansas city is famous for drink, and he knew everything about it. He thought it was funny, the fall from the top of the finger that stuck up on the statue, and their chat endearing.

I took a woman named Irene,  I remember her well, I loved her name. And she was a chatty gal, older, Italian.

I loved that she was beautiful immediately. Tu si 'a cchiù bella.

She had 2 grandchildren that she adored. Grateful that uber was here for her always. Times are changing. I took her to KCK at 2 in the morning.

She had been drinking wine all evening and was heading to a friend's for more. She was delightful, she loved ubering. She's "not had a bad ride as long as we're chatting" is what she said.

And the same questions.
I never mind them.
Yes I do this full time it pays the bills.

I told her I do this to keep society out of my head. It took me from a managment position I'll never look back on, and that I'm a writer. I started out writing memoir in my head when I was 3.  

She said she wanted to do that too ,
and I said to do it!

She said if her life was a movie
then they'd all know their own character, but she's changing names.

Life is just crazy day after day.
She said she had called an uber once
that the driver took one look at her,
and her trying to hold up her friend
and wasn't managing very well,
very intoxicated.

But the driver just slowed down
and then drove right past them;
Bastard, I was on her side.

It was a long ride from the west bottoms to KCK.

And so they're always interesting, the riders, and how the world is changing by these rideshare opportunities,  and it is so much fun for me,
and so thank you dear readers. My life at times seems so boring.  

Downtown is fabulous, and I love being there, and being a part of our changing times through technology, but talking with them face to face.

I love driving.  I'm a car enthusiast. I love my city.

I also love being at home with the aroma of cabbage & smoked brisket soup
in the crockpot, writing.

Ode to old Irene.
Forever young,
but so old she has to go
find her glasses to peel the garlic.


This friend that fell from the statue, was talked about as the one friend that always took things to the next level.

And there I was driving, hearing them describe me well. Just simple and funny. Hope you enjoy my memoirs.

I took them to the Hotel Phillips, then I went and met Irene.
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