My profile includes the description: Taxi driver to the stars (a couple of them, anyway). On another occasion I came THIS CLOSE to getting John Lennon in the car. I had driven down Eighth or Ninth Avenue (which one goes down? Ninth?) and turned left onto something in the forties. Right before I got to the corner, another cab cut in front of me and into the block. Sure enough, somebody was hailing a cab in the middle of the block. As I passed, I saw a few people approaching the cab, one of them was Lennon.
I never regretted missing out on the privilege, though. In those years, Seventy Three, Seventy Four, he was mostly famous for throwing up in restaurants, and cabs too, no doubt.
Joe DiMaggio was quiet, but a total pleasure, I loved the guy. Ronald McDonald was the best. Very friendly, interesting, and a good tipper. Did I tell you he was gay?