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    • Hackie: Anything With Fins
    • Hackie: Anything With Fins

      On the way to Marshfield, my customer, Kevin Branley, was riding shotgun. He had come to Burlington for an appointment with his rheumatologist. I'm…
    • Hackie: At Your Service
    • Hackie: At Your Service

      When I connected with Michael Vandeveer at the arrival gate, I was struck by his impeccability. This is a man who has mastered the…
    • Hackie: Meeting Zane
    • Hackie: Meeting Zane

      For a Montréal taxi run, this one was unusual in that the customer, Anastasia (aka Annie) King, had requested a round-trip. Zane, her newly…
    • Hackie: Dead Bird Girl
    • Hackie: Dead Bird Girl

      When my customer, Suki Slattery, told me that she spent the first 35 years of her life on Michigan's Upper Peninsula, I recalled a…
    • Hackie: What to Pray For
    • Hackie: What to Pray For

      Google Maps is helpful but far from foolproof. When I checked the alternative routes from Burlington to Manchester, Vt., it listed Route 7 and…
    • Hackie: My Frozen Junk
    • Hackie: My Frozen Junk

      A grilled tofu sub sandwich with honey mustard, tomatoes and green peppers; a bag of Cape Cod potato chips; a San Pellegrino orange soda;…
    • Hackie: Tammy and Becky
    • Hackie: Tammy and Becky

      "Oh, my lord — that was one crazy New Year's party," Tammy Naughton said to me as she settled into the shotgun seat. I…
    • Hackie: Buddhist Heaven
    • Hackie: Buddhist Heaven

      Who knew that tony Connecticut — aka the Nutmeg State, for crying out loud — has a section populated by self-identified rednecks? And that…
    • Hackie: Diablos Vamoose
    • Hackie: Diablos Vamoose

      Ten years ago, I didn't even own a pair of sunglasses. Supposedly, sunlight is a source of vitamin D that can enter the body…
    • Hackie: Call Harry
    • Hackie: Call Harry

      Tony de Rosa sat beside me in my taxi as we drove south on Interstate 89 en route to his home in Lyndonville. An…
    • Hackie: Goodbye, B-Town
    • Hackie: Goodbye, B-Town

      "Hey, Jernigan — how are you tonight?" It was Roseanna Kinnear on the line. Even absent my cellphone's caller ID, her voice was immediately…
    • Hackie: Nonna
    • Hackie: Nonna

      From the moment I met her at the airport, I knew Christy Lee Spencer was my kind of woman: Long Island through and through…
    • Hackie: Mercy, Mercy Me
    • Hackie: Mercy, Mercy Me

      I had just dropped off a customer at the hospital when a woman signaled to me and approached my cab. Her traditional African garb…
    • Hackie: Smitten
    • Hackie: Smitten

      The moon was still visible in the dawn sky when I reached the small apartment complex in Enosburg Falls, about 20 miles northeast of…
    • Hackie: Adopting Reba
    • Hackie: Adopting Reba

      John Wordsworth, a Washington, D.C., resident, was going to hike the Long Trail with three friends. He planned on flying into Burlington and taking…
    • Hackie: Big Softies
    • Hackie: Big Softies

      "I'm a mason," my customer told me. "I started when I was a teenager working with my uncle. I've worked jobs all over the…
    • Hackie: Montréal Two-Step
    • Hackie: Montréal Two-Step

      "Where do you live?" Border guards are intimidating by design and training. With all the Montréal trips I take, you'd think by now I'd be…

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