One part of me will always be on my roof in the Sunset District, smoking with my human butt on a damp spot, my cigarette butt about to rest on a similarly moist shingle....more
Posts Tagged: Last City I Loved
Late summer 2005 and everything’s under water. The news warns us that New York City could be the next New Orleans—flooded subways, ten thousand shattered windows....more
DC is traffic circles, non-working fountains in some circles’ centers, jammed downtown corridors and quiet Anacostia neighborhood streets no taxi driver wants to know after midnight. It’s Muslim taxi drivers unfurling prayer mats in alleyways near the homeless guy singing to himself...more
When an Irish person up and leaves for the United States, oftentimes the party thrown in their honor is referred to as an American Wake....more
The haircut was the last thing on my list....more
We are beginning a new series called “The Last City I Loved.” Please send submissions to marie AT therumpus.net.
Chloe Caldwell’s inaugural piece is after the jump:...more