Uber

I take the Yellow Cab, never Uber, Uber is a Germanic word, and, well, right or wrong, it reminds me of the horrors of Auschwitz, and the Holocaust, and genocide, and death in “the showers,” and my parents, and on windless days—if I breathe deep enough—their pungent, burning flesh.


Paul Rousseau: Semi-retired physician and writer, published in medical journals and a smattering of literary journals, including The Healing Muse, Blood and Thunder, Intima: A Journal of Narrative Medicine, Months To Years, Cleaning up Glitter, Burningword Literary Journal, Prometheus Dreaming, Journal of the American Medical Association, Annals of Internal Medicine, Canadian Medical Association Journal, Tendon, and others. Currently working on a collection of essays. Lives in Charleston, SC, longs to return to the west. Lover of dogs. Find him on Twitter: @ScribbledCoffee and @palliativedocto.