The riot had taken on a beauty of its own now. Arcs of gasoline fire under the crescent moon. Crimson tracer in mystical parabolas. Phosphorescence from the barrels of plastic bullet guns. A distant yelling...

How do you feel about helicopters?”There was a long pause. “How do you mean? Ethically?””As a mode of transportation.””Faster than camels, but less sustainable.

Tom’s Navy SEAL team nicknamed him ‘Tailspin’, especially after sustaining his knee injury, but Joe likes to call him his ‘Lucky Charm’ — saved his tail too many times to count.