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Postcard — May 29, 2015, 10:30 am

Wave Goodbye

Following John Muir’s footsteps through California’s high country. 

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Postcard — May 22, 2015, 12:30 pm

Uprooted

The destruction of Istanbul’s ancient urban gardens.

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Postcard — May 14, 2015, 8:00 am

Kid Chocolate’s Place

Fight night at a gym in Havana

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Postcard — May 7, 2015, 8:00 am

The Barracks Are Cast of Iron

Working in a Chinese foam factory

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Postcard — April 23, 2015, 8:00 am

Driving the San Joaquin Valley

An afternoon with Starbucks customers in the armpit of California.

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Postcard — April 10, 2015, 8:00 am

Vegas Odds

An evening of gambling with the “Johnny Lunch Buckets” at the Westgate Las Vegas Resort & Casino.

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Postcard — March 27, 2015, 8:00 am

On Broadway

“On and on the story went. I had trouble taking notes. Yet I saw that there was a glow in his eyes—a special little twinkle—and I began to feel suspicious.”

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Postcard — March 5, 2015, 8:00 am

The Sound of Maybe

A visit to Harvard’s Holden chapel, where William James once asked the question, “Is life worth living?”

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Postcard — February 18, 2015, 10:00 am

Going to Mount Hermon

Rocket fire, soldiers, and day-tripping skiers collide in the contested borderland between Israel, Syria, and Lebanon.

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