my name is jerry neehan. i came across a few words yesterday in a like to share with them. etched in stone in washington as the fdr memorial, part of roosevelt second inaugural address. we make progress not by adding more to the abundance of those who have a lot, but whether we provide for those who have little. i ask that you keep that in mind as you worship your own mighty dollar and as you crucified and annihilate the san francisco cabdrivers. as far as i'm concerned you have stolen my life; my whole life revolved around getting that medallion. i promised my kids a better life is coming. what am i supposed to tell them now? i work for nothing. my life has been flushed down the drain. i don't care if i get into an accident when i get into that cab anymore. there is no hope. i could not give a damn about it to be honest with you. i have been kicked below the belt, stabbed on the back. mr. nolan, when i was growing up until country i was surrounded by nolans. you have a great name. i babysat nolans, the first girl i ever kissed was a nolna. you have any decency, any irish i