Once, I ran in to Rowdy and Piper in an airport bar in Marrakech. Time doesn’t have much meaning in airports – I was having evening drinks, but they were having breakfast, Piper squinting at the noise and bustle, Rowdy poring over a stack of maps and brochures. I got the feeling he had woken […]
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EmmyLou, bootlegger
This is EmmyLou. I’ve gotten to know her real well during this quarantine while her momma goes out to save the world. EmmyLou didn’t always have her life so together, though. She tells me there was a time she’d run bags of Ol’ Roy missing their tax stickers over the mountains. Sometimes she’d have to […]