I smell the peppermint on my desk and the dry scent of old paper from the town archives as I sit here looking at a map of our community. I see the national chains trying to squeeze out our local shops. It makes me angry. I spent three months fighting a hard suspension for a … Read more
The sidewalk outside the plumber’s office smelled like wet concrete and diesel exhaust when I arrived. I remember the glitch on his screen clearly because it represented the death of a twenty year legacy in a single afternoon. One minute, he was the top result for every emergency drain call in the zip code; the … Read more
The shadow of a partial suspension The screen flickers with a dull orange banner and suddenly your digital storefront is a ghost of its former self. I have spent twenty years in the trenches of the hyper-local layer, watching the map-spam investigators at Google move from simple filters to aggressive spatial math. My office smells … Read more
