Kelly Dessaint

The Tenderloin is for lovers

It’s late. Wednesday night. I’m making one last round through the Tenderloin…

Fumbling the inbound shuffle

Slowly, as the holiday season recedes like a bad memory and 2018…

A taxi-driving hero ain’t nothing to be

Last night, I get home from work at 2 a.m. After a…

Where have all the good rides gone?

Without the fireworks and traffic along The Embarcadero, last Sunday night would…

A legacy of grievances

"San Francisco is a white-collar crime,” the woman in the back of…

A taxi driver and his cab

From my earliest days at National, I fought tooth and nail to…

Any which way but downtown

Last Friday, I start my shift like I always do these days:…

The night we drove Yellow around

It was just like the old days. Before the taxi industry went…

A night of stragglers

Lately, I’ve been playing with days, trying to carve out a schedule…

A recipe for gridlock

On Thursday afternoon, the Financial District is popping. In Google Maps, downtown…

Living in a dream world

On Salesforce Sunday, when 170,000 people descend on San Francisco for Dreamforce,…

Nice taxi drivers finish last

It’s last call, and I’m in the Castro. Since there’s space in…

The SFMTA makes me want to smoke crack

"Well, there’s no point is crying over spilt cocaine,” I say with…

The SFO open lot feeding frenzy

What am I doing at the airport? According to Ben, this is…

‘You wouldn’t believe me if I told you’

It’s Thursday night. After dropping at Bayside Village, I contemplate my next…

Blame it on the Harvest Moon

There’s been something in the air lately. And not just the smoke…

The scenic route to hell

During the three-and-a-half years I’ve been driving for hire, I’ve had my…

A conservative in San Francisco

Last Thursday night, after taking a fare from the War Memorial to…

What a difference a game makes

“Sometimes I just want to scream, ‘Has everyone lost their goddamn minds?’”…

Hell is other cab drivers

Somehow, I seem to have spawned a budding little socialite. Whenever we’re…