Dave,
This letter is to let you know how disappointed I am with you. You used me and several other people to better yourself. You are very deceitful, and a sorry waste of human life.
You asked me to do repairs on your vehicles and agreed to pay me $25.00 per hour. I never billed you for the full time, and often did repairs and never billed you because Ii knew you were struggling.
You asked me to manage the Taxi company, (I did not ask to do this), and I agreed over taco's at The Brick. You offered me $200.00 per month. After 6 months, you offered me $250.00 per month. I kept the shifts going, working sometimes 128 days straight, 12 hours a day, doing the invoicing, keeping the drivers current, taking care of day to day office operations, while still trying to make my own ends meet. I frequently gave the other drivers the lion's share of the calls because I knew they were struggling. In the meanwhile gas prices were rising, and you were collecting the largest lease rate in Salem.
Then in august/September, when we moved from 19th street to Cherry Avenue, you found out the news of your illness. You called me in the office and told me. You also asked me to "run DC Taxi, like it was my own company, while you fight cancer". I stepped up to the plate. I not only helped you with the company, but you while you were ill .
When you were having problems walking and keeping your balance, who went over to goodwill and bought you a cane?
When you were trying to move, who came over and repaired things for you?
When the refrigerator wouldn't fit, and Cindy was crying, who made it better?
When the tub was leaking and others had tried to help you but failed, who then explained why it was leaking and what was needed.
When the bathroom didn't have a sink, who came over with his dad and installed it and the cabinet.
And when the house kept filling with smoke from the pellet stove, who came over and cleaned the stove, and I also told you about the pipe needing to be longer and going up over the roof line.
And when you were in the hospital, who came and visited?
Oh, you had other help along the way. Doug tried. You used him until he could not afford to live. So he quit. You never paid him off either.
And after Doug, you had Jim. Jim really tried. And you belittled him every chance that you and Cindy could.
Oh and Cindy, let me not forget wonderful Cindy. When she got frustrated with you, she would call me and vent. When things were bad she would cry and I would try and make it better. The car was not working, the fridge won't fit, the house smells of smoke, and you backing into her car, and the hummer not starting.
We were constantly moving which now that I look back on it because you didn't pay the rent. Ridge road, high st, 19th street, cherry ave, your house, and finally to BC towing.
I should have seen all the flags. When you wrote me a check, which you missed an invoice for $10.00 and wrote a second check for (which I still have) and the first check bounced at Ace checking, and cost me $17.00. And the second check that I took to your bank, and they refused to cash it due to lack of funds (and I tried several times), well I still got that to.
Then there was the phones getting turned off due to nonpayment, which the drivers had paid you for, but you didn't get the bill paid.
And then the bill collectors calling. I always did as you asked and had them call you directly. You wouldn't take there calls.
And the absolute priceless as all get out. You called me on the first of the month in June 2012, at the busiest time of the month. We were short on drivers I had a new one working, and you wanted me to come and tune up your limo. You got all pissed at me because I could not drop everything and come do it right then, you threw a hissy fit on the phone and ended the conversation with" well if you cant come and do it right now, I will do it myself". I said ok then do it. Boy did you do it in style.
A tune up that would have taken 1 hour that evening. Lets see, it was down for 3 weeks, and you replaced 2 motors, because you dropped a 7mm socket into a spark plug whole, and then you didn't say anything to me, and had Jim and fritz's kid replace the motor, they forgot to plug in the oil pressure sensor, so you assumed the oil pump was bad, and had Jim try and install a new one twice, the first one you broke because you don't read the instructions, then installing it, and not timing it and bending the valves and taking out a piston trying to start it. At that point you did call me to ask for help. Within 15 minutes, of only getting bits of info on what had happened, I had diagnosed the problem. I then very carefully combined 2 ruined motors to make a good running motor, which I did after working a 12 hour shift in the cab. I also brought my hoist and engine stand out to assist in all this.
I always wondered about Cindy's ability to keep the drivers records straight. Some of those drivers receipts for gas were due to read more
