V rises from a field outside Grand Rapids. Today's gathering is for nothing so aggressively American as a football game, nor as solemnly sentimental as graduation. Flash a press pass and, BOOM, you're there, saving five bucks admission.
Morrocan markets are notorious for thieves who take notes and pictures.
The best of the best line up, straining at their tethers. A pistol points. Laps elapse until we turn into each other somehow. The nonstop circling sucks up energy from the center and forms a vortex that vaults our little house off to Oz. Last night it rained.