Essays
Musings from Rainy March on Shadows, Drugs, Guns, Los Angeles, and Mexico
Maybe TS Eliot was right that April is the cruelest month. But here in California March was relentless. Atmospheric river after river doused hopes that the dark and cold might end. Even my third spring break sojourn to Los Angeles yielded downpour instead of sunshine, block-long puddles splashing down La Read more…