I was eighteen years old with nothing to my name but an Owl card, the precursor to the debit cards of today. The magazine salesman on the street flagged me down relentlessly on my way to a job interview. I needed the job to go to school ...

Life at the end of US 93
But one guy driving an eighteen-wheeler didn’t figure he was driving on a river until the Hassayampa joined the equally dry Gila River, down around Arlington. Fortunately, Gila Bend was on his route anyway.

The Finder
I think it's seventeen or eighteen now. I found one once and she was still alive. She'd been tied up, left for dead in the middle of freaking nowhere. Saved her life I guess. I keep thinking maybe I will find another one like that ...

Think before you eat
This is proving difficult today, as our seventeen and eighteen-year-old hosts interview Richard Foster, a veteran nature photographer and diver who has lived in Belize for almost thirty years. Note Pelican enjoying his roost in the ...

The Agony of an Emptier Nest
...now that the kids aren't there to run interference. When it comes right down to it, though, most everyone feels a certain sense of loss when one of their offspring makes the leap out into the world. The Eldest will soon be eighteen. ...