ALL THE CABBIE HAD WAS A LETTER
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He must have been completely lost in something he was reading becau I had to tap on the windshield to get his attention.
“Is your cab available?” I asked when he finally looked up at me. He nodded, then said apologetically as I ttled into the back at, “I 'm sorry, but I was reading a letter. He sounded as if he had a cold or something.
"I'm in no hurry,” I told him. “Go ahead and finish your letter.”
He shook his head. “I 've read it veral times already. I guess I almost know it by heart.”
“Letters from home always mean a lot,” I said. “ alphabetical orderAt least they do with me becau I 'm on the road so much. ” Then, estimating that he was 60 or 70 years old, I guesd: “From a child or maybe a grandchild?”
“ This isn't family,” he replied. “Although,” he went on, “come to think of it, it might just as well have been family. Old Ed was my oldest friend. In fact, we ud to call each other' Old Friend'—when we 'd meet, that is. I 'm not much of a hand at writing.”
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english resume“I don't think any of us keep up our correspondence too well,” I said. “I know I don't. But I take it he's someone you 've known quite a while?”
"All my life, practically. We were kids together, so we go way back.”
“ Went to school together?”
emotiona是什么意思“All the way through high school. We were in the same class, in fact, through both grade and high school.”
"There are not too many people who 've had such a long friend ship,” I said.
“Actually,” the driver went on, “I hadn't en him more than once or twice a year over the past 25 or 30 years becau I moved away from the old neighborhood and you kind of take a breaklo touch even though you never forget. He was a great guy.”
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“You said 'was'. Does that mean—?"
cake是什么意思He nodded. “Died a couple of weeks ago.”
banker“I 'm sorry,” I said. “It's no fun to lo any friend—and losing a real old one is even tougher. ”
He didn't reply to that, and we rode on in silence for a few minutes. But I realized that Old Ed was still on his mind when he spoke again, almost more to himlf than to me: "I should have kept in touch. Yes,” he repeated, “I should have 瑞思学科英语招聘kept in touch. ”
“Well,” I agreed, “we should all keep in touch with old friends more than we do. But things come up and we just don't em to find the time. ”
奉献演讲稿He shrugged. “We ud to find the time,” he said. “That's even mentioned in the letter. ” He handed it over to me. 'Take a look.”
“Thanks,” I said, “but I don't want to read your mail. That's pretty personal.”
The driver shrugged. “Old Ed 's dead. There's nothing personal now. Go ahead,” he urged me.
The letter was written in pencil. It began with the greeting "Old Friend,” and the first ntence reminded me of mylf. I 've been meaning to write for some time, but I 've always postponed it. It then went on to say that he often thought about the good times they had had together when they both lived in the same neighborhood. It had references to things that probably meant something to the driver, such as the time Tim Shea broke the window, the Halloween that we tied Old Mr. Parker 's gate, and when Mrs. Culver ud to keep us after school.
