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When Breslin's chair broke down an hour later, she was once again at the mercy of others. After telephoning a disabled-access taxi service, she had to wait nearly two hours. The driver charged $90 to transport her and Martinez to a wheelchair-repair shop across the bay. Strapped in her chair like furniture, Breslin rocked uncomfortably in the rear of the van with each high-speed freeway turn. A technician fixed her electric motor, and soon a friend arrived to help her get home. Such is the life of the disabled: determined, resourceful and, all too often, reliant...
...took a taxi to North House, where I lived,because I could not seem to muster the energy towalk. Slowly, over those first few days and weeksat Harvard, I'd felt layers of myself fallingaway, or being stripped aside. Eventually, Ithought, I would be down to nothing, and theprospect of this was frightening. In the chaos offiguring out transfer credits, studying for theQRR, and class shopping, it was easy to ignore thechanges. But that day, I finally realized thetrade-off I'd made in picking Harvard. I'd taken arisk, although it didn't seem so at the time. Andfor...
...service dispatcher Chris Lampropoulos from Queens, New York, was charged with felonious assault on a taxi driver after a car accident. Lampropoulos, 24, claimed that he beat the guy up in self-defense, and that he used his fists -- not a metal pipe, as charged. His family got in touch with Harvey A. Kaminsky, a seasoned trial lawyer in White Plains, New York, and even though Kaminsky agreed to lower his fees, they had to scrape together family loans to pay off the $15,000 it cost to bring the case to trial. For Lampropoulos, the lawyer employed...
...humor a reflection of ourselves, and we admire his resilience and ability to laugh nervously at what is going on around him. We laugh both at the joke and at the total outlandishess of what he has just done. When he drives a taxi at sickening speed through Central Park (not Park Drive, but the park itself), we are not so much surprised as fulfilled. As the cab careens through the park, his sidekick asks, "Are you trying to hit these people?", McClane snaps back, "No'! Well...maybe that mime." We see that through all the terrorist incidents, beatings...
...Pick up a keg in a taxi and bring it in the[trunk]," Ralph explains. "[And] the time youdecide to have it delivered, get it late enough onFriday or Saturday night [so] that not many peopleare around...