In a slot canyon, a smooth, red fissure into a cool, dead-end womb, I looked up and saw debris hitched about 60 feet up off the floor — remnants of a flash flood that a person would be unlikely to see coming.
In the past months we had chatted, mostly as banter, about hitching up, about kids and other domestic tortures, the sort of silly iMessage exchange that can mean nothing -- and everything.
It went without a hitch until about a year ago, when two women of about 30 turned up.
Hitch wrote about it in the April Vanity Fair.
Apparently, Obama subscribes to that classic Hitch tenant about sticking in your comfort zone while getting your groove on, so as to avoid some Icarian fate on the dance floor by trying to pull off something a little too advanced.
Fitzgerald, writing when Germany had conquered Europe without a hitch, was pessimistic about America's will or ability to do anything about it and about what would happen here.
If most Pilobolus works are explorations of shapes and forms, "Hitched" is about the love knot, or the ways two bodies can interlace and untangle.
It's silly season and they want to spin out a story that is essentially about aggressive hitch-hiking until the bread and circuses of the new football season and The Great British Bake Off get into their stride.
One hitch with writing about it is that the word is frequently misused today.
