“Mr. Berkowitz clicks open his black American Tourister rolling suitcase. Inside, his tools: a microscope, an old canister with the faded label “vegetable flakes,” and various instruments that look like my mother’s sewing kit after a genetic mutation. He spreads… — A.J. Jacobs Copy Share Image
“I couldn't shake the feeling of warm possibility that was unpacking its suitcase inside me.” — Katie Cotugno Copy Share Image
