We stopped to look up at the last remnant of the storm that had just hit Torrey, UT: a rainbow arcing above the road to Capitol Reef.
NYC may be getting a new transit line, the IBX, so we dug into data from the Census Bureau to reveal where the IBX-lands are, who lives in them, and why they need it.
You don’t need any signs to explain what you’re looking at when you’re near Arizona’s Kayenta Mine. All you need is a copy of Ed Abbey’s The Monkey Wrench Gang.
America is a land of awful sandwiches, of industrially produced, sugary bread; of rubbery, microwaved half-meats; of watery, shredded lettuce. The one city that doesn’t tolerate mediocrity is Philly. Philly’s urban density means there is a never-ending appetite for classic comfort as well as hoagie experimentation, and that density gave me the idea to do a Philly sandwich tour by bike.
I wanted a street-level look at Munich’s past, present, and maybe even its future. Instead, I ended up on an urban planning journey through space and time.