get going.
Nine days later, he called just as TJ was sitting down to breakfast. Got a pencil, Jeremy asked. Okay, take this down. TJ noted the address his friend gave him, asked, what is this? When you get to Washington, grab a taxi and tell the driver to bring you here, Jeremy replied. Iâve already made hotel reservations, TJ said. Cancel them, Jeremy said. Itâs all taken care of. Whatâs been taken care of, TJ asked. Tell you when you arrive, Jeremy replied. Have a good trip.
And then the world seemed to do everything possible to stand in the way of his going. It was one crisis after another. His law office lost three secretaries and two paralegals in one week, a senior partner had a heart attack, and an associate left for a three-week honeymoon. There was simply no one to take over the work, which meant he had to do it all himself before he could leave.
Then his younger daughter, Elaine, caught a virus of the inner ear, which left her with such a severe case of vertigo that she could not stand up without support. Her husband was frantic, trying to hold down a full-time job and take care of two young children and a sick wife all by himself, which meant Catherine was needed there. So TJ had left for Washington alone and exhausted.
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âNice area, Kalorama,â the cab driver repeated. âStayinâ long?â
TJ turned away from the window and pushed himself into polite alertness. âI have a job with the new administration.â
The driver smiled his approval. âAinât that nice. Gonna be living here for a while, then. Well, Washingtonâs a nice town. Got its bad areas nowadays, but still a mighty nice town. Good place to live.â
âYou been here long?â
âAll my life. Yessir, close on sixty-eight years.â
TJ nodded. âSeen a few changes, havenât you?â
âThatâs the truth.â The man laughed. âWhen I was a little boy, I used to like watchinâ the old men come by anâ light the streetlamps. They was all gas back then, you know. Then in the morninâ they had this little cup on a stick and theyâd go âround turninâ âem off. Thatâs how much thingsâve changed.â Once more he glanced at TJ in the rearview mirror. âYou ever been here before?â
âA few visits. Mostly official stuff, and never for very long.â
âYouâll probâly like it fine. Color donât mean any more hereân anyplace else, and a lot lessân in some places I know. Fella got the right job, he could be green all over and not wear nothinâ but big purple feathers, peopleâd still bow and scrape.â
TJ smiled at this. âLast I heard we were living in a democracy.â
The driver laughed. âYessir, I heard somethinâ âbout that too. Tolâ me we was all equal under the law, jesâ some is more equal than others.â
TJ leaned forward and squinted against the gathering dark. âIs that the Potomac up ahead?â
âThatâs her. I been drivinâ this same road for nigh on eleven years, and I still do enjoy this sight. Thatâs the Washington Monument over there, anâ the Lincoln Memorial. Then up there you can see the top of the Capitol.â
âWhatâd you do before you drove a cab?â
âNear âbout everythinâ. My first memoriesâre all âbout work. I was still in school, you know, anâ this fella put me on a truck. That was the beginning for me. Life of hard workâs all I ever knowed. Twenty-five, thirty-five-pound blocks of ice. Used to take these tongs, sling that ice over my back, and carry it up four ân five flights of outside stairsâfire escape stairsâin all kinds of weather. Tough work. All my lifeâs been filled with hard work.â
TJ leaned back, touched by the manâs words. âWhatâd you do after that?â
âGot a good job after