“The Cab Ride I’ll Never Forget”

Kent Nerburn writes about life as a cab driver, and of one particular night:

When I arrived at the address, the building was dark except for a single light in a ground-floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a short minute, then drive away. Too many bad possibilities awaited a driver who went up to a darkened building at 2:30 in the morning.