by Darrin DuFord
Can two hundred tons of chili save a city?
Exciting events are not supposed to happen in the suburbs. I mean, what would the neighbors think?
So I wondered what the neighbors thought as I cruised past their curtained living rooms while shell casings flew in front of my nose. It was midnight and
by Darrin DuFord
A gastronomic exploration of Nicaragua’s post-war highlands reveals renewed talent for suckling and a stubborn joie de vivre.
“Chicken, chicken, soda, soda!”
I was sweating in a parked bus, serenaded by barks from Managua’s take on curb service. I didn’t believe the vendors would be able to stand tall enough to push their products
by Darrin DuFord
Sometimes it takes a machete.
Three dollars. It can’t even get you a beer in a New York City bar. But it’s the going rate for a haircut in Panama City. Peppered all over the El Cangrejo neighborhood, the barbershops, too many for the available number of scalps, all advertise the same rate.
