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...author flies from his home in Seattle back to visit his folks, various objects or sensations - an orange backpack or the smell of fast food - trigger flashbacks. These mostly center on the terror of living with an alcoholic, abusive father and a beaten mother. White masterfully evokes the milieu of the early 70s and hardscrabble folks that got married too young and gave up too much too soon. Fights would get bad enough that Shane spends stretches at a time with his grandmother, who takes him with her to the bar where she works. While she flirts with customers, making...
First, look for jobs whose supply outstrips demand, for which companies in the U.S. need qualified workers from anywhere on the globe. But most important, says Hans Gieskes, CEO of recruiting firm H3.com is to find a job in which you need to "smell, see and touch the culture you're working in." Here are five surprisingly hot fields where you must use your senses...
...begun, like fortunately few days that summer, with the smell of vomit and the sound of retching. Matt and Andrew had been out until 4 a.m. drinking on Bourbon Street—New Orleans’ main stretch, where, before Hurricane Katrina drowned the city, Mardi Gras beads were available year-round and brightly lit bars served frozen cocktails from spinning machines, 7-Eleven-style. But the vomiting was all courtesy of an anonymous roommate they’d met in the bunk beds of their hostel, a place called India House. They shrugged it off, washed their faces...
...August 3: 8:15 a.m.—Officer dispatched to a report of a microwave causing smoke and bad smell in the Landmark Center. Officer reported that someone put metal into the microwave on the 3rd floor, which caused the smoke and odor...
...pass my 10 a.m. intersection, that corner where the smell of steamed crabs and the silence of bus-waiting workers collided. Instead I drove past my neighborhood’s bright blue archway—Fountainebleau Drive, it says—which, last I heard, was still standing. Fearing that if I stopped, I would stop and stay forever, I sped onto I-10, past the office highrises and across the water and finally into Mississippi...