STORIES
Life on the runway
There is a place in the desert of Arizona where people live on runways instead of driveways. They have hangars instead of garages. They fly to breakfast not long after the sun rises and gather on plastic chairs in the shade, beer in hand, to talk about it all when the sun sets. It is an oasis for airplane lovers. I spent 48 hours with a group of flight-minded retirees living the dream in the Arizona desert.
Somewhere between here and there
How do I write a story about a little town called Salome? It’s a very small spot on the map—an intersection, really—that’s not nearly as exotic as the Biblical seductress the name suggests, the dancer who asked for St. John the Baptist’s head on a platter.