May the gods rise, align, cast spells, incantations, drivel, humanism and hatreds on the small among poor Aspen’s taxi drivers. May we defy Aspen Taxi, jaded but powerful independents, burgeoning with hotel-supplied vehicles and drivers, as well as poor downvalley and Denver sharks who suffer these snow-packed holidays.
My heart bleeds that that old devil (and wonderful friend) Phil Sullivan bedevils their joint profits. How cruel that Phil’s lawyer and wife conspire against rightful behemoths.
When I arrive who would I call other than Phil, that anti-capitalist chiseler and anti-American scourge of upvalley progressivism?
Keep fighting, old friend. Kick them in their collective ass; a fine sight indeed.