There Is No Shame in the Hustle
Why did I enjoy the Bellagio fountains so much this week, in a fake plastic city where everything’s for sale?
Print stories, radio pieces, and a few random musings nobody will publish
Why did I enjoy the Bellagio fountains so much this week, in a fake plastic city where everything’s for sale?
The USSR’s fallen monuments and failed reckoning offer lessons for our own near future.
A rapidly evolving promise and manifesto. Actions to take and not take. Books to read and funds to allocate.
One morning in a previous era, when international trips and handshakes were still possible, a stranger and I joined forces to assist a traveler from afar.
How a fellow pastry lover shut down my mini-tantrum with one simple gesture
How the phrase “I mean well!” was ruined forever by our Uber driver’s flawless retort
Jerusalem, 1988: A sherut driver’s heroic act of honesty saved this young traveler from a ruined trip.
Highlights of my year of great crime reads. (The takeaway: Go get DISAPPEARING EARTH right now.)