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...once about fertilizer. My murderer believed in old-fashioned things like eggshells and coffee grounds, which he said his own mother had used. My father came home smiling, making jokes about how the man's garden might be beautiful but it would stink to high heaven once a heat wave...
...VEGAS, Nev.—Don’t ever believe it when someone tells you, “Oh, Las Vegas has dry heat, you’ll be alright.” They’re either clueless or lying. I left Logan airport early one morning in late May, where the crisp 55-degree weather was perfectly appropriate for a sport coat, dress shirt and loafers. I was, after all, being met in Nevada by a staffer of Rep. Shelley Berkley (D-Nev.), for whose re-election campaign I’m working this summer...
...shirt and shorts, sandals strapped to his feet and Ray-Ban sunglasses dangling from around his neck. He looked at me, smirked, and remarked, “You’ll learn.” I realized what he meant the moment I stepped out into the desert heat. I had been lucky enough to arrive on the hottest day of the year; the thermometer read 107. My perfectly pressed shirt was now a wet rag, and somehow I had a feeling that it would only get hotter. I was right...
...split lips and peeling fingers. And by no means will every sunburn turn into a golden tan—it may peel and leave your New England skin as pale as always. The backbones of Las Vegas’ economy—the megacasinos—capitalize on the heat perfectly. These billion-dollar resorts incorporate misting systems that cover the entirety of their properties. This provides such comfort that one feels compelled to stay within the bounds of each casino for just a few more minutes, where one might want to play just another few dollars at the craps...
When I finally returned to civilization, I was welcomed by the campaign manager, a beer and the overwhelming desert heat. Had you forgotten about the heat? I had, in the cool altitudes of the Sierra Nevadas. But there it was, oppressive as always, drawing me to the air conditioning and bottled water. I returned to the Berkley campaign the next day, far away from ex-felons and homeless instigators. Back into the world of candidates’ forums and fundraisers, to speaking engagements and late nights. I was back to nights marked by sweaty sleep and parched throats. Back...