The Whimsy and Heartbreak of America’s Garage Sales
For $100, I bought bric-a-brac that explains a nation.

For $100, I bought bric-a-brac that explains a nation.

Thirteen thousand miles. Infinite contenders. One beautiful loaf.

The government has no plan for America’s 300 billion pennies.

Here was a dreamy little crime in which no one really got hurt.

Benedict Arnold’s boot wouldn’t come off, and other hardships from my weekend in the Revolutionary War.

My quest for a true literary experience resulted in choucroute, a surprise organ feast, an epiphany at the Louvre, existential dread, and a rowboat.
