{excerpt from UBER NIGHTS}   If there are any bored anthropologists out there, they may wish to consider hiding in the bushes at the Greyhound Bus Station on the outskirts of Columbia. Most nights, it’s an ethnographer’s wet dream. An alphabet soup of the human condition.   Tonight, I pick up a woman taking the midnight bus to […]

{excerpt from UBER NIGHTS}   I only drive for Uber late at night. For myriad reasons, I hate daytime rideshare driving.   First, I’m not interested in driving elderly people to proctology appointments—there’s only so much information I can intake about a total stranger’s anal cell clumps.   Second, this town’s as hot as cow […]