New York. I’m up at 5 AM because of jet lag, and I’m walking. Down Broadway from the hotel, steam is coming out of the grates, giving the

President Trump says that Portland is at war. I think that’s hyperbole. Where I’m staying, in Chinatown, it looks like the war is over, and what we’re left

Welp… Here I am in Las Vegas. Sin City. The “Entertainment” Capital of the World. I’ve never hated a place so much before even getting out of the

Baltimore to New Orleans. The plane gets me all the way across the South in half an afternoon. Outside the airport, the taxi driver’s name is Chowdhury, a

The Amtrak from Philadelphia is fast and clean. I actually feel a bit under-dressed, on the train, in my faded t-shirt and cargo shorts. Soon I’m in Baltimore,

Let me be honest… I spend way too much time on Twitter. Trust me: I know it’s not a good idea. Social media will hijack your brain if

Barcelona Airport, 1:40 PM. As the plane taxis, the woman next to me is chatting up her seatmate. She’s about 75, short grey hair, and wearing a huge