A Jimmy the Glove Story

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At midnight, dinner time, Jimmy the Glove lucked out and found a parking space right in front of Original Joe’s at 144 Taylor Street in San Francisco’s Tenderloin. He parked and was getting out of the cab when a drunk opened the back door and got in. Before Jimmy could say anything, the guy said, “Take me to Joe’s,” and passed out.

“Okay,” Jimmy said and spun the meter. He got out of the car, pushed through the glass doors, sat down at the counter, and ate supper. After about forty-five minutes he walked out of the restaurant, got into his cab, leaned over the back of the front seat, and shook the guy’s shoulder.

“You’re here.” Jimmy said.

“How much?” asked the guy, blinking and looking around and seeing the red neon sign. Italian food. Steaks and Chops

Jimmy pointed at the meter and said, “Fifteen seventy-five.” 

“Okay.”

The guy got out, gave Jimmy a twenty and said, “Thanks. Keep the change.”

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James “The Glove” Vetter was originally from Cleveland, and though he became a Giants fan, at heart he truly loved the Cleveland Indians and told endless stories about the 1948 and 1954 World Series. He was the heart and soul of Frisco’s City Cab for many years, running the gas line and offering wisdom to generations of drivers. He’s now Fading the Main in the big stadium in the sky.

Larry Doby was the second black player in the big leagues and the first in the American League. He played for Cleveland from 1947 to 1955.

This tune is for Jimmy, and thanks to Jesus Portillo.

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