The taxi looked like any other New York taxi. It was yellow and had advertisement boxes on the top. Its driver looked like any other New York taxi driver. His name was Bill. But the destinations and passengers of the taxi were anything but ordinary. One might even say they were extraordinary.
At the moment, the taxi was parked off of 182nd St., waiting for a customer. One was walking up right now. He looked to be about 5’10. He had a square-ish jaw, thick eyebrows and, even though he was wearing a nice hat and suit, looked dangerous, like a criminal. Although the driver didn’t know it, this was his customer.
“You there!” the future-customer called. Bill looked up.
“May I help you?”
Future-customer looked around, as if checking to make sure no one was watching. “Are you The Taxi Driver?”
Bill nodded.
“Good. I need to go backwards in time. Can you take me to 1920 in San Francisco, California?” he asked.
Again, Bill nodded. The man hopped in and Bill drove backwards, into the past.
The surroundings blurred and shifted. In what seemed like both a long and short time, the taxi was in the 1920’s. The man paid Bill a generous tip and scurried out. He looked familiar to Bill. It was almost like he had seen him…in the news!
“Wait!” Bill cried. The man turned. “What’s your name?”
“Al. Al Capone.” And he ran off into the people packed street.
