Field Tripping

Field Tripping By Kate Drabinski
Field Tripping: Jury Dutying

I finally got called for jury duty. This was my second summons in Baltimore, but the first got called off due to that most Baltimore of reasons: a broken water main downtown that closed all the courthouses for days, including my big day as a juror. Most folks would be excited to get to knock out their annual service like that, but I was really hoping it would finally be my time.

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Field Tripping: National Parking

This year the National Park Service celebrates its 100th birthday. This is really, really exciting, especially if you're a national parks buff like myself. I grew up resisting the outdoors—that was my dad's territory, and once my parents divorced, blind loyalty to my mother meant eschewing anything that happened where we couldn't watch TV.

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Field Tripping: Nostalgia Tripping

This week's field trips were all about nostalgia, the perfect way to start marking what is (I hope) the slow transition from summer to fall. It's a zillion degrees outside, but the ladyfriend swears she can smell a change in the weather, and in a sense of hope and solidarity, I say I can, too.

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Field Tripping: A Good Girl's altered states

Drugs are a quick way to altered consciousness, which is why lots of us use them. Rates of drug use are remarkably consistent across demographics, with white people leading use rates and people of color leading rates of incarceration on drug charges.

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Field Tripping: Detroiting

So, my big summer trip was supposed to take me and my touring bicycle up and down the Canadian Rockies with my dad, but, well, since he was hit and killed by an errant driver in December, I had to make new plans. I thought I'd take a bike camping tour on my own, in his honor, but every time I thought about making those plans for longer than about 45 seconds, it was all tears.

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Field Tripping: Lewis Museum Redux-ing

One of the great things that happens when someone close to you dies is that you find out that a whole bunch of people love you and wish they could make it better, even though everybody knows that's impossible, because the only thing that makes it better is time, and nobody's figured out how to make it move any faster, and grief-time is even slower than regular time.

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