Wind Howling
“Wind
Howling Through the Streets “
A Chilean woman spoke to me
late into the night in Valparaiso
about
living during the time of Pinochet.
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“Wind
Howling Through the Streets “
A Chilean woman spoke to me
late into the night in Valparaiso
about
living during the time of Pinochet.
Here’s something that the town of Brattlboro does not “need”: a town slogan. But, it might be fun to try.
Capsule descriptions of Brattleboro in advertising tend to focus on our great downtown, natural beauty and the generalartsieness of the place.
I was thinking of going in a different direction:
“Brattleboro, Vt – in the shadow of the foothills of the Green Mountains!”
I was no longer homeless, and I had a job. Compared with day labor pushing carts through the garment district, driving a cab seemed easy… and by my standards it paid well.
This evening I had started with two quick fares, each less than five dollars on the meter. Tonight, the weather was pleasant, but having left off my passengers in Little Italy, I now found myself stuck in a single-lane jam on a narrow street. There was another empty cab behind me, so if anyone were to hail a taxi, I would be first in line for the fare. Or so I thought.