Tag: Gary Duehr

"YOU MARRIED?" asks Jake, the Uber driver. We are paused at a light downtown. The Prius hums, and chilly air seeps from the vent. "Uh, no," I reply. "You mean ever?" He barks a laugh into the rearview mirror. "No man, like right now." He turns down the rat-tat-tat of DJ Khaled on the radio. … Continue reading Heat Wave →