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Do I know you? One man's attempt at a lifelong head count. 

NOTE: If you think I might have a photo of you—most likely at least one great photo of you—don't be afraid to ask me to post it (13bob13@gmail.com) along with a brief entry about how I know you. And if I've met or known you but don't have any photo evidence, feel free to send along YOUR favorite photo of you. (I'm fascinated by what that slideshow might look like.)

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67. dbo slujj

  Austin, TX. Crazy Dave buys a book. 2012.

Austin, TX. Crazy Dave buys a book. 2012.

This was a big week for me. A week ago today marked the 1-year anniversary of the day we began our 500-mile journey across Spain walking the Camino de Santiago. Then on Tuesday I gave my 1st cab ride in over a year. I've been wanting/trying to get back in a cab, any cab, since we got back from Spain last August. Last week I FINALLY got an offer—to fill in for a vacationing Austin Cab driver for a week. The cabbie who owns the car, Dan, also offered to let me drive his Prius cab on Friday and Saturday nights. Woo-hoo! So I'm back in the BobCab game until the wedding in October. And in honor of this new situation, I am posting this photo of one of my all-time favorite BobCab regulars. Dbo—or "Dave" as he's known to me and more than a few others—is one of the funniest, saltiest weekend drunks you'll ever meet. I've happily witnessed many a Dave rave, wherein he'll drunkenly, loudly, yet somehow endearingly, rail his profanity-laced invective on any number of subjects ripe for skewering. (Hipsters, tourists, Austin cops, the list is endless.) He's a damn hillbilly genius in my book and I just feel lucky he's introduced me to his musician friends, his comedian buddies (Blake Midgette, et al.), his Richmond homies (we miss you Bob-o and Katie), various dudes named David (there are at LEAST 2 of them, right?) and his awesome girlfriend-turned-fiance, Leslie (hey Leslie!). I've even met Dave & Leslie's big fat cat. Love those guys! Much of what I've been missing about not being a cabbie during this last year has been catching up in the cab with my old passengers-turned-friends like Dave, er, Dbo as he's known in the deep undercover world of the Internet. So here's to Dbo! The best damn taxi customer a cabbie ever had. P.S. I'll be driving the cab tonight and next weekend. Call me, maybe? :)