The Xhaxahka File- Albanian Louie and Me

next   Paul is from Chicago originally. He spotted Burge talking with Trump at the Greek's on Pleasant Avenue. Burge is the fucker who put him in the warehouse after kicking him square in the nuts, laughing as Paul writhed with pain on the floor. He couldn't make a phone call and his people had no idea where he was.   Next time he sees Donald he gives him a proposition. An offer he won't refuse. "I got a bone to pick with that narc you keep meeting with, the cop from Chicago." "Narc? Cop from Chicago?" "Yeah that fat fuck." "What's that got to do with me?" Trump is mentally kicking himself in the ass for dealing with the fucker. "If you want an easy grand, it's got everything to do with you." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++      "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been more years since my last confession than an eternity. Truly Father, this is my first confession. This is the confession of a man who'...

 I knew the real Ignatowski. I think the producers of the show did too. 🤪🙈🙉🙊 Home People may think that that old TV show Taxi is all made up. Well, it is fiction but there is a shadow of reality to it. I know. I drove out of the Dover Garage for years and the real Ignatowski ( and the real Reiger and the real Mr. Cunningham) were still there. The show had already been a hit for years but it dawned on me when I learned the real boss's name was Cunningham that there was maybe more to it than met the eye. The scene in Taxi where the cabs roll into the garage was shot on Hudson Street in the West Village. (A high rise stands on the spot today) but for years Villagers would hike a couple of blocks at shift change time and get a sure cab to anywhere they wanted to go. Driving on the night line out of Dover had to be an education for anyone, and it was one for me. This was the last bastion of the educated English as a first language New York cabbie. Shape up was the time we sat around...