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"When you're driving a yellow cab through New York City's streets at night, sometimes you see your life in the bright lights and shadows - those you loved and those who died reflected in the streets.
"Driving in New York at night behind the wheel of a yellow cab with your cheap old radio on the dash and cassettes rattling round - Ginsburg and Gandhi - and a blue and white Greek take-out coffee cup and the New York Post."
When you've driven a cab through the good and the bad then you've seen life anew, the false and the true. You’ve lined up for the shape with your mates, white, black, yellow and brown, dollar bills in their hands: “here’s your trip sheet and keys. The cabs over there by the broken down fence, the one with the dents. Please take care”.
