All the Little Red Bubbles
As I begin to orient myself in Vegas, I know I’m edging too close to the Strip when the plasma donation centers appear.
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There’s Too Much Night Here
Due to some 19th-century railroad logic, Nevada is the only non-coastal state in the Pacific Time Zone.
White Line Fever and the Higher Silence Within
I loaded a 15-foot U-Haul with our furniture and pointed it southwest.
My Screens Reflected the Sprawl
I enjoyed driving along smooth parkways to a fast food joint that served spicy Korean pork in a cup.
Vegas Architecture Hides From the Sun
Most Christian churches are located along an east-west axis, with the entrance to the west and the altar to the east.
A Dedicated Place Where I Can Tack Index Cards to the Wall
The Pacific Time Zone is turning me into a morning person, and I do not like it.
Taro Puffs the Size of Your Fist
We tooled around the city's perimeter, marveling at its sharp edges.
Fireworks in the Parking Lot of a Gas Station
We made good time and hit Vegas a night earlier than scheduled.
A Fingernail Moon Rose Over the Rockies
When I woke up this morning, I struggled to remember the state I was in.
The First Pizza Hut is in Wichita
We woke to the melancholic stillness of a holiday morning somewhere in the middle of America. Even the International House of Pancakes was closed.
Movements Are a Relic of the 20th Century
The billboards we passed felt like chapters from one big story: automatic weapon rentals, bulk ammo, Jesus Christ, and lawyers.
Synthetic Tracks for the Motorway
The road trip kicks off tomorrow, and my packing has been delayed by a much more critical matter: putting together a road trip playlist.
