Wildfire, weather events, and claustrophobia in the American West.

What do you do when there is nowhere to go?

I had a dream a few nights ago that Ben and I were in the car, navigating a stressful highway interchange in, of all places, Kansas. (In the delightfully mishmashed dreamscape, Kansas resembled that triborough shitshow near Yankee Stadium, where my mother and father can never remember if we do or don’t want to be getting onto the Major Deegan Expressway…