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Confessions of a New York Taxi Driver

Monday, May 19, 2014

A New York City yellow taxi parked outside the Park Central Hotel near Central Park. (Natalie Fertig/WNYC)

Eugene Salomon tells stories about what he’s seen and who he’s met in his 30 years driving a cab in New York City. In Confessions of a New York Taxi Driver he writes about the people he’s taken for a ride: Mafiosi, hookers, the rich and famous, down and outs, young lovers, tourists from every corner of the globe, lifetime New Yorkers, passengers in a rush, and others with no particular place to go.

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Comments [4]

This message is for Gene (Eugene Salomon). Your former high school classmates are attempting to put together a list of contacts for a 50th reunion. Won't you join us on Facebook. Gina Sorkin Ross.

May. 20 2014 11:19 PM

I drove for 3 yrs. ('81-'84) @ Dover (corner Hudson/Charles) the smallest fleet (seen at start of TV's TAXI). Reagan ruined my social work job, but I got lots of it there; a Jesuit "confessed" to me about his sexuality, a Vietnam vet had a flashback (with a .45), & Brother Theodore was the nicest person! Aside from countless celebrities in the cab, I met several just in passing; Warhol often seen(in plaid pants). Katie Kelly was just walking along and I insisted on giving her a ride. A Channel 11 newswoman started crying. The craziest night was a Christmas Eve - many well-dressed folks talking/praying in not-hushed tones. It was the best of times & the worst.

May. 19 2014 01:25 PM
sanych

@Bettina

And what does your son's story have to do with Gabriel Diaz?

May. 19 2014 12:25 PM
Bettina from Manhattan

My son was involved with a woman with whom he had two children, now 8 and 4 and whom he didn't want to marry. They went on as a quasi family until she met someone (they were both looking elsewhere), the new guy moved in with her and they subsequently married. She obsesses about my son, maneuvering and scheming in every way possible to make his life miserable, she cannot forget him probably while even in the arms of her now husband, and even at the cost of confusing and derailing her children. I call her Medea. Given that she was sexually abused by her father who subsequently went to jail, and her feelings of persecuting him may be projected and misplaced, but she will not detach from my son.

May. 19 2014 12:19 PM

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