My grandfather, my Zeide, Sol, drove a cab in New York City for a time after immigrating to the United States as a Holocaust survivor. He had some crazy stories, but one of the best was the time a man got in his cab and it turned out to be
Walter Cronkite.
Zeide passed away in May. Maybe he's up there somewhere showing Walter Cronkite around one more time.
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