Since then, the summer has been filled with a mix of taxis--mostly well worn Ford Crown Victorias, the occasional Chrysler Diplomat or Oldsmobile Delta 88 thrown into the mix. Now it all seems decidedly run-of-the-mill to me--the flagging down, giving of directions, exchange of money, offering of tip and getting a receipt.
But when I return home to Connecticut next week, it will be with one more of those real world adult skills, un-learnable at Harvard or any college, checked off the master list.
Scott A. Resnick '01, a Crimson editor, is an economics concentrator in Cabot House. This summer he is working at C-SPAN in Washington, D.C.
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