Tuesday, December 10, 2019

People passing through

 That last post was from Mike a real native American Indian, he contacted me many years ago and sadly he passed away from Cancer.
He thought me a lot about understanding people.
I just thought I would commemorate him again.

The university exams are on and I got a run to the RDS exam center, The mother wanted him to be on time and got a taxi to be sure.
On arrival he got out and we went to drive away.
"Wait! stop he has come back out, something is wrong"
So she ran up to him, he had gone in the wrong door.

"He is a very nervous boy, his brother was much more self assured.
He was murdered in the Philippines"
I went into caretaker mode.
That is awful and I am so sorry to hear of your tragic loss I said.

"I tried for years to have his killers brought to justice, I am not rich and the Police are corrupt and lazy.
So I came to Ireland to put it behind me".
I suggested to her that she must draw a line under the horrible tragedy as it is probably affecting her other son far more than she might think.
She paid me and was hopping out when I said God bless you and a safe and happy Christmas.
It had a great effect on her, like a blessing from the Pope himself.
I wish them well for sure.

So talking of the Philippines.
I met a really tall girl from there and she had fantastic English.
God she could be a model, she is working in Finland and heading to Dublin in the hear future. 
I really wish her the best of luck with that. 
If you want to move here you have to know someone who knows lots of people, accommodation is so scarce. For example Google have taken a long term lease on a new development of apartments beside me. 
A 6 minute walk to the Dart and into Google HQ in 20 mins.
So you move in and you cannot leave or you will loose your apartment as well.

It has happened in America as well when the big guns arrived the locals get pushed out and rents soar.
Network, Network is the way to go.

A girl told me that she looked at a room and the landlord told her that "NO you don't have your own room, you have this side of the double bed, the other girl is from Poland, she will be back at 7pm if you want to meet her". She kept looking. 

I am sorry that there has been no photos for a long time.
In a few days I am having the existing photos taken off the computer and then it will be able to unload all the new ones.

A taxi driver at the airport was having a bad day and he took it out on his passengers.
At journeys end he told his passenger and his dad that they were a poor excuse for a human being!!!! 
Well they were both legal eagles barristers in fact.
So they had their day in court and the old judge fined the taxi driver something like €800 OUCH 

Then there was the guy who claimed to be a Garda who assaulted a taxi driver and walked from court click here to read about it

Here is the video

Sunday, December 08, 2019


 So I have arrived to a point where I give you a story from Injin Mike.

His blog is a testimony to his great humanity.

Alas he is not with us any longer.

This story is of self sacrifice and a reminder that other people are good and given the chance they will make the ultimate sacrifice for others.

God bless you Mike I miss your emails





.....arrived one winter day in March of my 11th year. It was a Saturday and my Uncle 'F' and his wife had gone to the small city on an 'errand'. Rather an unusual occurrence in winter, especially on the sketchy backwoods roads of Maine in the 1950s. Around two in the afternoon I heard his old Studebaker straining and spinning its way up into Uncle 'Rs' barnyard. Going out to see why he'd come here rather than his farm across the road, I saw a tall (to me) willowy slip of a young lady climb from the back seat.
   Being of the tender prepubescent age of eleven, I was immediately fascinated by this slender, but well shaped young woman. Breaking my through hypnotic reverie, F's wife was introducing this vision of wonder to me, me! I managed to awake from my stupor in time to hear that her name was Elise Cote and she was F's wife's cousin from France. The reason for her coming wasn't revealed then and I actually learned the details later from my aunt E. In those times you were thought, and rightly so, to be rude to inquire after such personal information. In many ways I miss things being that way, but in many other ways I relish the openness that has forced 'family problems' into the open. If you read the first few posts of this blog you'll find my reason for feeling so strongly about this issue.
    As the winter morphed into a gorgeous spring, I learned a deal more about our quiet guest. She spoke English with a smooth and lilting French accent, made all the more sensuous to my young self by the mellow, soft tones of her voice. She was nineteen and would be twenty in mid-summer, she read every chance she got. Aunt 'E' placed her in the room at the top of the rear stairs beside the 'dry' bathroom with the lime toilet. She decorated her room strangely in my opinion, simply a collection of mismatched dolls, stuffed animals, crinkled photos of groups of children, and other odd mementos of things from her past.
   As summer burst forth she and my, quite smitten, young self started to venture for walks in late afternoon before supper and evening chores. Our steps seemed to always draw us to a spot beside where the small brook emptied into our farm pond. There was a large flat rock and we'd just lie there in mutual silence watching clouds or sit observing the fish in the clear pond water. I didn't dare ask many questions, like why she always wore a headscarf that covered her face starting just behind her beautiful blue eyes. The scarves invariably were worn in the same manner and she never was seen (by me) without one on. Her features were near perfection and her hair was very dark brown and slightly wavy. She helped around the house and taking care of the elderly folks in residence at the time during the day and evening. Then she'd retreat to her room where I'd have been dispatched several times carrying buckets of hot water. I wondered if she bathed herself with the scarf on. One of life's mysteries.
    Another mystery was why a doctor from Canada came to visit her once a month and always entrusted my aunt E with a package when he departed. As a former nurse she kept a locked medicine cabinet where the packages invariably were deposited. Elise also seemed to shy away from fireplaces, stoves, direct sunlight, etc. At our rock she'd always remark how nice it was that somebody planted a huge oak tree so it allowed a great view of the sky while shading us from the sun's rays. Some days she'd even wade into the pond in pants and blouse, but never allowing her head to get wet. Another thing that worried me was that she'd often awaken screaming at night, but only my aunt had the key to her room. Sometimes she'd go down to her sewing room and come back with little packets, sometimes I could hear only E's voice calming her back to sleep. I knew something wasn't quite right, but also knew enough to refrain from watching and prying.
   Elise stayed through the next winter and into the summer. That summer she was noticeably paler and distracted. Toward the end of the summer she started to go to our rock earlier and I'd find here there after my chores were done. One afternoon was so different that it turned my world upside down for months and still remains in my memory as though it were yesterday.
    Elise had gone off earlier than usual according to aunt E, and she noticed she'd seemed especially troubled. That was also the only time she'd ever told me to leave my chores for others and go to check on our young guest. I hurried down to the rock and was relieved to see Elise laying in her usual manner, but when I drew closer I noticed something was amiss. It was too quiet, no happy greeting. I climbed to her side and my world shattered. She was cold to the touch and her eyes were staring into the skies unseeing. I don't recall running back to the house, but I do remember not being able to tell my aunt what was wrong, just took her hand and half-dragged her to the rock and Elise. As she got closer, she bent over and scooped up a tin that I recognized as medicine for the horses, especially the oldest workhorse who was lame.
    In the next few days my aunt paid special attention to me as I did little but grieve for my friend. Finally, she took me into the parlor where Elise lay and pulled back the colorful scarf for me to see. After I settled back down, I could understand the scarves. Her left ear was gone, as was much of the hair on that side of her head. In their place were terrible scars from deep burns. Her upper arms and back were badly scarred as well. My aunt explained that the Dr that came each month was a burn specialist and the packets were morphine vials and syringes so E could administer the drug when needed. Elise also suffered from horrible nightmares, what today would be known as PTSD. 
    On graduating from school at sixteen, Elise had gone to work at an orphanage where she mostly cared for the younger children. One night the place was hit by lightning in the barn area attached at the back. By the time the fire was discovered it'd spread throughout the rear upper level where the young children and Elise slept. Elise had carried children from the burning rooms by twos and threes and led older ones. After many trips she was overcome by smoke and exhaustion and collapsed just inside the rear area. A fireman found her there and carried her out to safety. After several operations and recovering some of her lung function, they could do no more. Today they'd be able to do far more, but things weren't advanced as much in 1954.
     The nightmares were filled with the screams of the frightened children and pain was mainly from nerve endings that had become heat sensitive or scar tissue that pulled the tissue too much. Aunt E explained what I'd already figured out, the pain and memories had become too much for Elise to bear and she'd taken the animal pain medications to end her suffering at a place she loved. Uncles R and F and the local minister buried her between the oak and the rock where the sun shone through in bright speckled dances.
     Later a man from the big city came and created a smooth spot on the rock above her head and inscribed: 
                                     Elise Cote
                              Her pain is gone and 
                             the screams are stilled.
                              She joined those she
                                  could not save. 
   Not a sad memory for me, she gave me two magical summers of afternoons learning how to lay on a rock and quietly enjoy life's many treasures. I only wish it had been the 1990s or later so she could have found the relief she needed. At least a little of it. Until next time, take care and be well.  

Getting there

Only 2 weeks or so until the big day!

I remember something that happened around this time of year.
I got a call to go to the embassy of Saudi Arabia.
No problem at all.
Except there was an unmerciful clap of thunder and it lashed rain, traffic came to a standstill.
I kept going and 20 minutes later I arrived there and a guy came out and got into the car.
He had an attitude and screamed blue murder into my face.
I told him to get out, he got more abusive and I told him that I would call the Garda.
"I have diplomatic immunity"
was his reply.
I am not a violent man but I took out my baton and before I struck him I said.
"Your mother would be very sad to see you being so abusive to me"
He jumped back "Oh I am so sorry, I am not well, so much stress! 
Please forgive me"
So the journey began.
I told him that he was the biggest jerk I had ever met in my life, he was sorry.

So I had an idea.

"You guys will not be celebrating Christmas, but I have a suggestion for you.
You guys love horses.
There is a Christmas race meeting in Leopardstown race track.
Book a box, bring your friends, have a Saudi chef there and a musician to play your music.
You can bring your friends out on different days and have a hell of a Christmas" 
He took the details and asked for my phone number, so I gave him your number.

Years later I got a lift to the embassy and I told my passenger the tale. 

"Come into the embassy and put your finger on his picture and he will be on the next flight back to Saudi tonight. 
I am charge de fer of the embassy." 

I told him no. That he was distressed on that day and I had really taught him a lesson.

Good man John (My ID is there for all to see)

I know who it is, we have gone to the races every year since then.

Perhaps I will go there this year myself. 

Weather permitting 

Just a thought

Is God away on business ?

Monday, December 02, 2019

Christmas is also a time for prayer

My son has a nephew who is 12 years old and he has leukemia.
At that age he should not have a worry in the world.
Life is not fair for sure.
He has had 2 bone marrow transplants which have failed.
Now the medical team have told him that there is nothing more they can do.
God he is a brave little lad.
They told him the news. What did he say?

Look I believe in God and he can do miracles, I will pray for one.

I hope God listnes as he is running out of time

A really obliging guy who has a shop in town who has a daughter is also going through hard times.
His daughter of around 12 and she has a cyst on her brain.
Her face is ever so slightly twisted and she walks in a very unsteady way.
They cannot operate as it is deep inside the brain.

Not a good outlook for either child, the girl is a pretty little thing, beautiful blue eyes and the boy is so so clever.

So cut back on the spending and put a few bob aside for charity.
And say a prayer
God might surprise you.  

Perhaps people should look at things a little bit closer

Thursday, November 28, 2019

I won the Lotto !!!!!

It has been a very strange day for sure.
I checked my Lotto ticket on the app last night,


Wow! for sure
I clipped the ticket to my float and went to bed dreaming of my new life and all the people who would be receiving mystery checks for Christmas

I slept well and woke up at 7am.

What would you do?
Well I checked again. and I had won..
Nothing about the amount though.

I worked until 10.30, then I went home for breakfast and I took the bus into town.
The 130 bus stops at the Lotto HQ.
Checking that there were no cameramen around I went in.

The lady took my ticket and checked it.

"You have won a €3 ticket for the millionaire draw."

Just like that my balloon was burst..

She told me that up to 10 am the next day they don't know the amounts, then I checked the ticket on the app again and she was right €3 ticket for the draw/
I didn't win there either !!!

So back to work again tomorrow. 

Saturday, November 23, 2019

A bad bad boss remembered

The good old model T

A new hotel opned opposite Guinness on Jamess St

Its called the pump house appartments London bridge rd.

I have been lying low at present.
This period should be a period of rest for taxi drivers everywhere.

Next month is Go Go Go

People are hard to figure out, for sure.
The other day I got a call on the FreeNow app and I went to the house. After a pause I rang the number, no reply. One ring is often enough to alert them to your arrival, but no, so I rang again.
When she came out she said that the app was telling her that I was 8 minutes away, if she had looked again she would have spotted that I had been outside for 8 minutes.
She was quite short and said that she was in a hurry and she was going to be late.

One day I will just stop the taxi and tell someone like that to get out and try to fly!!!

One story for the book and I don't remember if I told it recently.
I had a 6 seater taxi when I started off and I was flagged down at a McDonalds, a full quota of passengers and they were gloomy.
They could not believe what had happened.
Bit by bit the story unfolded.
This was the company night out and the boss asked to meet them all at McDonalds at 9 pm.
He arrived and he bought each one of them a "Happy Meal" (No I kid you not)
They thought it was a joke, but no With everyone with a happy meal in front of them he wished them Happy Christmas and walked out.
One guy calmed them down and we dropped the workforce home one after the other.
The guy with the knowledge told me what would happen next.

He was brought in at the last moment as the company was going under, when you work fora  computer company you must sign a non disclosure agreement.

BUT in the rush they had not asked him to sign one.

He had a list of all the customers, his total method of operation and in 3 weeks time as soon as Christmas is over he would totally sabotage the company and re employ all the workers.

When your workers burst their guts turning your company around the last thing anyone should do is to punch them in the stomach.

People do strange things for sure, no party would have been far far better.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Strange beasts roam the land

A good few years ago I brought an English lady to the crossroads on Sundrive Rd.

On the way in I asked the usual question "What do you do for a living?"

She was a criminal psychologist specializing in murder.
She had done in depth interviews with most of the infamous criminals in the 20 years prior to our meeting.
One person who took his thoughts to the grave was Ian Brady the moors murderer who with Myra Hinley killed a large number of children in the late 60s, Myra did talk to her at length for many months, a dark and disturbing tale that haunted her for years.

We spoke about her subject in detail and then she asked me what I thought of these mass murderers.

I said that if there is a God then there must also be a Devil, whether the killers are mad, or deranged .
Evil stalks the land for sure.
She was giving a talk to a group of Garda and asked me to sit in. But I was young and the business was hopping.

I had a car with a really good radio and I was listening to it when they stopped the music for an urgent appeal. an infant 2 year old boy was taken out of a shopping center by 2 other children.

The toddlers body was found beaten to death on a railway track.
Jamie Bolger a 2 year old child beaten to death by 2 10 year old children The boys were just 10 years old.

Then here we have a 14 year old girl raped and murdered by 2 boys who were around 13 years old.
The boys in question thought that they were too young to be punished they scowled at the judge and ignored the court.
But they got life terms in prison.

A trial is coming up of 2 parents who beat starved and raped their children, I believe there are over 200 charges pending.

Taxi drivers notice things
Keep your eyes open and take note
You alone might notice something and just by reporting it the pain for that person might stop. 

Monday, November 04, 2019

HALFORDS A warning

I had a headlamp out and one of the side lights as well.
A guy on the rank told me to go to Halfords in Coolock.
So I decided to give it a go.

The girl on the till said €9 for the main bulb and €5 for the small one.

So I said go ahead. Will I pay you now?
No you pay at the end,

Job done and I went in to pay. "That is  €36.41"

Yes that's right and she showed me the bill

Small bulb      €4.20
Main bulb     €17.20
Fitting bulb    €9.00
Small bulb    €6.00
                   €0.01 (Free car check)
VAT            €6.81

Total           €36.41

€36.41 is a long way from €15 for sure.
Which might explain why she wouldn't take the cash before the work was done.

Anyhoo as they say in Canada.
I won't be making that mistake again any time soon.
This is the year when I plan to switch over our entire fleet of 4 cars to LED bulbs
A brighter and longer life bulb

An interesting guy in the car going to Clontarf.
He told me that a few lads in a pub tossed out the idea of selling rings on line, when the net was young..
It seemed like a bad idea but they got a guy in Australia to do them a website,
To get your ring size you wrapped a piece of string around your finger and that gave them your ring size.
They got rings from Lebanon and Turkey and with good photography it started to work really well

Then (Before Amazon etc) they got a call from her majesty's VAT department. They wanted to know how the business operated and were told that it spanned the globe, now many companies do just that, but the man from England stopped him talking.
You have two choices Cece and desist OR hire a team of lawyers and we will do battle.

So now I work in internet security.

He told me that that Princess in Nigeria would never send the the €6 million

Its a Pity that

I was talking to a friend who worked in security (As I once did) and told him of a guy who had attended a house after an alarm activation, he looked around found nothing wrong, set the alarm and locked the door.

The next day he was called into the office there was an engagement ring missing worth €32,000
and he must have stolen it.
The police quizzed him and he was left in a room to think about giving it back.
In work their most trusted employee was supervised and demoted to more menial tasks.
After a month or so he went back to the police station to see if there was any way of dealing with this problem.
He met the Garda who had quizzed him.

"Oh its all right.
They found the ring the next day
Did nobody tell you?" 

The older I get the more I become Larry David