Cue the music. We’re going for a ride. It’s hot as Labor Day weekend should be, summer’s last holiday, last chance to boil. We have our windows down and the music is passing between cars and mixing in the space between, pidgin notes and lyrics. The few radio stations...
As Hurricane Gustav bore down on the Gulf states in August of 2008, memories of the Katrina disaster triggered the largest evacuation in US history. Three million fled the oncoming hurricane. Most of the refugees were from the Louisiana south coast. Author, New...
V. “Ben,” I said. I was clutching his arm. The streets ran with rain; a cold wind was coming down off the mountains, and all the people we passed had their hats pulled low over their eyes. “Ben. I’m really depressed with the Alvarezes. I can’t stand it. I’m doing...
III. The house was quite dark, and the stone made it cold and damp, a bit like sleeping in a castle—or its dungeon. Veronica, it turned out, was going to sleep in the same room that we were, the big front room that looked out on the street. She had, though, a...
I. Ben and I had been in Lima a week when we decided to take an eight-hour bus ride to the mountain town of Huaraz. There, we would acclimatize for a few days while we planned a three-day trek in the Cordillera Blanca mountain range. Huaraz was known as the gateway...
an excerpt from ‘Job Hopper: The Checkered Career of a Down-Market Dilettante’ by Ayun Halliday The assistant manager left us alone to get dressed in a store room. “Don’t dawdle though. Doors open at nine and some of those people have been...
