It was a treat to ride in a cab as a kid. The best was when we hailed one of those plump checker cabs, the kinds with the fold-out seats in the back. My brother, sister, and I would fight to claim those two seats.
Checker cabs were the bomb.
[Picture by Joel Zimmer]
I miss them. They gave the city character (not that we were lacking). In those days, we could really pile people into those and smoke cigarettes to boot. Ah nostalgia.
You smoked more than a cigarette, lady, admit it. Oh, wait, that was in the last car of the 1 train.