Love and Marriage

“Can we stop at Chanello’s and pick up a pizza on the way home?” Reed hadn’t even shut the car door before he asked. He must have been hungry. “Did you order it already?” I asked. I don’t mind making a quick stop, but I lose money if I have to wait for long. “Yeah.… Continue reading Love and Marriage


Pound for Pound

A passenger once asked me if I had ever driven any celebrities. I laughed a little. What celebrities hang out in Virginia Beach? And even if they did, why would they ride in an Uber?

But tonight I drove my first celebrity: boxing legend, Pernell “Sweet Pea” Whitaker.

Gays for Trump?

Technically, Scott was never my Uber passenger, but I just had to write about him anyway. I’ve seen him six or seven times walking on Kempsville Road, not far from my house. Okay, walking isn’t exactly the word. It’s more like prancing. He bops to the music in his headphones. He wears sunglasses and waves flamboyantly… Continue reading Gays for Trump?