I also don't remember exactly where this fits in, but I was a cab driver for years and years, two, three, four years and I remember I got my Hackman… first you had to get a chauffer's license which I did, then you had to get a hackman's license which I did, and I think in a safe in New York my hackman's license is still in that safe, but I've lost the key. I do pay the safe deposit charge every year, but I can't get the contents, but I think the hackman's license is still in there.

So that when I was in New York for the next years you could call a garage, I worked for George's Garage in Harlem, 125^th Street, I don't know if it's there anymore, and you could call up and say I'm available for the next two or three days and if you brought in good money to them, which I did, they liked to hire you and… I did that. In fact, I was a very good cab driver, never hurt anybody or hit anybody and I worked the night shift, and it was the year or the time that Plymouth came out with pushbutton gears and this was a very exciting thing to people who drove cars. And I remember my biggest thrill was not literary at all, but that I was such a good cab driver that they gave me the first pushbutton Plymouth, and I was very young and all these older cab drivers didn't get the first pushbutton Plymouth, but I did. I think the buttons were on the left side of the wheel I believe. It worked pretty well. I was held up once during that period. Somebody put a gun or a finger in my back and asked for all the money. I never found out if it was a gun or a finger, but I gave him what money I had and he ran off. He took me out – it was somewhere in the Bronx – and he took me out there to an abandoned field and he said this is it, and I said what do you mean this is it? There were no buildings there. He said this is it and stuck something in my back. As I say he got the money.