Sunday night, holed up in the Tumbleweed, waiting for the late-spring blizzard-of-’13 that wasn’t. A ratty stuffed coyote yawns above me, next to a raven and a bighorn sheep wearing mardi gras beads, and another coyote. Across the horseshoe bar…
“I think you can never really do something well unless you’re able to leave it and, you know, have a family and have a home, and have a place that you’re from that you’re really dug in, you know. I…
In a small shore town in New Jersey, my family has a condo with a trapezoid of water visible if you lean off the porch. We’ve vacationed in this town since I was a baby, renting each summer for a…
Last Friday, with one Boston Marathon bombing suspect dead and the other subject to a massive manhunt, I left their picture open on my laptop all day. I wasn’t even in the U.S. when the bombing occurred, but a kind…
According to most history books, timelines are horizontal. But in Rome history drew its own line vertically: new was built upon old and an urban layer-cake was formed. You can’t even build a subway line without ceding the project to archaeology for…
Well, it’s taken me a week or so, but I finally heard “Accidental Racist.” Maybe that’s because I live way out here, in a part of the world that hardly counts. But we’ll get to that later. A short re-cap:…
In which Jeremy Miller seeks the centroid–or “the mean population center” of the U.S., “a hypothetical and highly mathematical point calculated every ten years as part of the decennial census.” The “center” of our country is a loaded concept–Miller points…


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