My Dirty Secret

My Dirty Secret

It was one of those San Francisco drizzle dusks where you couldn’t tell where the fog ended and the rainclouds started.  Dressed in a black trench coat, I met an old colleague outside the warm glow of a Brasserie sign. It was time to confide a dark secret. “You’ll...
Burning Man Lessons from A Newbie

Burning Man Lessons from A Newbie

“I’ll never go to Burning Man,” I always said.  “It’s full of hairy armpit hippies having orgies in the dust while hallucinating.” I loathed the people in San Francisco that called themselves “burners.” You know the type-those wide eyed patchouli wearers that made...