September flew past, taking with it the last breaths of summer. The past four weeks have been a rush, though outside of work, where my days have been a blur, little of note substantiates that claim. I’ve settled into a new apartment and made plans to see my family for the holidays — neither particularly strenuous tasks — but this month has seemed inherently busy.
I’m otherwise lamenting the early sunsets and crossing my fingers for palatable conditions during an upcoming backpacking trip. But I’m mostly thankful for a glorious second summer in the Northwest, capped with a breathtaking Labor Day crescendo. Photos below.
Summer’s over. Pray for (mountain) snow.
Tyler had wondered throughout that torturous year why he was different. He’d often catch himself looking at boys instead of girls.
He tried to stop.
“You can’t do that,” he said to himself. “You can’t have those thoughts.”
— The Carroll Daily Times Herald, on a gay teen rising above bigotry
Every day took her further from those 10 minutes that had come to define her. Whether it was instinct or shock that had taken over inside the car, she was the one whom millions of viewers remembered as dignified, as unafraid, as somehow calm at the center of an American crisis. But now her life was becoming ever more frantic, and her composure was giving way to insomnia and panic attacks. The one thing she hoped might bring some relief was to move.
— The Washington Post, on Diamond Reynolds, who live-streamed the aftermath of the fatal police shooting of her boyfriend, Philando Castile
Garrett’s mind flooded with thoughts he couldn’t believe. Or didn’t want to believe. His brother, his best friend, his role model, his goalie and his golf partner — they could all be taken away before he knew what to think or do.
— The Post, on an Ohio University hockey player remembering his brother
For several panic-stricken hours yesterday morning, people in Lower Manhattan witnessed the inexpressible, the incomprehensible, the unthinkable. ”I don’t know what the gates of hell look like, but it’s got to be like this,” said John Maloney, a security director for an Internet firm in the trade center. ”I’m a combat veteran, Vietnam, and I never saw anything like this.”
— The New York Times, on 9-11-2001, published 9-12-2001
I read Erik Larson’s “Dead Wake: The Last Crossing of the Lusitania” and Scott Anderson’s “Fractured Lands: How the Arab World Came Apart” this month. Both were fantastic, fast-moving accounts of fatal tragedy that drew me in and kept me entranced. The former is about the German submarine attack on an English passenger liner in 1915, and the latter is a definitive account of the Arab Spring. I found “Fractured Lands” particularly interesting because it plays out over the last 13 years and its collection of narratives ties together events I’d (sadly) been only peripherally familiar with. It was published as a cover-to-cover New York Times Magazine story this past summer.
You should check out Powder Magazine’s project about skiing in national parks. I got goosebumps while reading the Yosemite installment, though I was eating ice cream, and it was in the 50s at the time. Either way…
I recently reported about a Portland-area man who was sentenced to 60 years in federal prison for sexually abusing and secretly taping kids and a former police sergeant who’s charged with orchestrating his wife’s killing.
As always, thanks for reading.