The Wire Cover Story, March 31, 2004
The interstate highway system is, at its best, the very symbol of modern transportation: fast, flexible and individual, allowing us to move across the land as easily as thought. Yet all it takes for that freedom to become an impenetrable solid barrier—a thousand-car prison of frustration, anger and powerlessness—is a single toll...
The Wire Cover Story, August 3, 2005
The single best word to describe Great Bay is flux.
From the six-to-eight-foot tides flushing through 17 billion gallons of water twice daily, to the impact of humans over the millennia, to the seasonal wildlife that migrates in and out, things are always changing...
The Wire Cover Story, May 19, 2004
A crew of three construction workers plugs away in the afternoon heat. “How do you want to cut this coping?” asks one worker. “We’ll have to cut it off on both ends and then throw another weld on the back tomorrow...”
The Wire Cover Story, November 26, 2003
The dark end of the year is quickly approaching. The days have been getting shorter and shorter. It’s dark in the morning when I get up and dark when I return home at the end of the day. The air is cold, the wind is howling, and the fall-back-an-hour a few weeks ago slammed shut that tiny window of opportunity to get outside and get some exercise...
The Wire Cover Story, March 16, 2004
He stands still, facing the pins, the bowling ball held to his chest, just like a pitcher before a wind-up. He takes a half-step forward and slowly arcs the ball back from the end of his extended arm... back, back, back, like a golf driver coiling to strike. Then with two quick steps forward, the ball comes down and forward, his upper body following the path of the ball to the right, his right leg counterbalancing to the left.
