Somewhere in Venezuela: 1

I sat on a plastic lawn chair, edging my arm, my foot, my knee under tarps that subbed as a roof over a part of interconnected brick shacks. I cringed as the equatorial sun burned…

Feeling the Heat in Albuquerque

I had stopped at a gas station on the outskirts of Albuquerque. This one was small, had four pumps and a picnic bench under an overhang. I chose it over other flashy gas-food-shower-convenience store-Burger King-souvenir…