New Story: Smoke
“Hey — can I ask you for some advice?” The girl stepped out into the streetlight toward me and took a made-for-TV drag off her cigarette. She’d been nearly camouflaged against the […]
Author Archives: david pablo cohn
Rolling Home
It was about 3:00 a.m. on Sunday morning that we finished sampling the last CTD at OWS-P and turned east for the downhill run to Seattle. Okay, not downhill – […]
It’s Science Time!
First off, we’re fine. Folks have been pinging me off the wire about the Alaska earthquake. We were about 200 miles offshore when it hit, and it turns out that […]
Sikuliaq, Underway
It was technically after dawn when we slipped away from the pier yesterday morning. The mountains of the Kenai rise on Resurrection Sound like some after-credit scene from Waterworld: craggy […]
Alaska – A First Swing…
A week ago, I would have been hard-pressed to pin any town in Alaska within 500 miles of its true location. This afternoon, riding down to Seward, half buried by […]
Blueberry Muffins and Civil Disobedience
I don’t recall if I’ve written about this before, but one of my earliest coherent memories is one of civil disobedience. My sister Joanne and I are riding in the […]
New Story: The Secret of the Birds
“Richard Cater was seven years old when he ran as fast as he could down the parched grassy hill on his uncle’s farm, trying to set the record for human […]
