My editor’s note from Charlotte magazine’s November issue. Cover image by Peter Taylor.
ON MOST SUMMER DAYS at my neighborhood pool, there’s a never-ending loop of bass playing from a small portable speaker. It’s music made for glow sticks and kegstand handstands as a horde of spring breakers cheer. At this small pool in Plaza Midwood though, the club soundtrack often jolts me awake from naps or forces me to dog-ear whatever I’m too distracted to read.