TRAIN COUNTRY
ProPublica, March 2022 to December 2023
This is an in-depth investigative series on the railroad industry that Dan co-reported. The team found the industry was ignoring dangers to the public and workers and in many instances hiding them from regulators, which are ill-equipped to correct the railroads.
THE ONE GROUP OF PEOPLE AMERICANS ACTUALLY TRUST ON CLIMATE SCIENCE
The Atlantic, February 2022
The weatherman’s striped tie is still snug on his neck as he starts an evening bath for his three kids, one of whom bolts naked from the bathroom and does a lap around the kitchen before running back, feet slapping on the hardwood floor. “Okay,” Shel Winkley says, walking into the kitchen where his wife is loading the dishwasher. “I love you,” he tells her, and then he walks outside to his gray Prius, gets in, and drives to the TV station. Dinner’s over. Back to work.
WHY DRONES ARE THE FUTURE OF OUTDOOR SEARCH AND RESCUE
Outside Magazine, September 2021
Hi,” Barbara Garrett said, phone to her ear. “I’m with a partner, and we’re up in the mountains and have no way down.”
“OK,” the 911 operator said.
“I don’t know. We thought we were on a trail, but we’re way up high and—I don’t know. We’ve been climbing and climbing and climbing, and I can’t even find a trail to go down.”
INTO THE MYSTICAL AND INEXPLICABLE WORLD OF DOWSING
Outside Magazine, April 2021
Leroy Bull was a boy who felt things other children did not. He sensed that there was something right on the edge of his reality, in rural Bellefonte, Pennsylvania, where he grew up in the 1940s and ’50s. Sometimes it sent him messages, although at the time he did not know them as such. What he knew was that in school his eye was drawn out the window and into the woods, where his world hushed.
AS THE PANDEMIC SURGED, MY DAD SOUGHT BUCKSHOT TO ABATE HIS FEARS
For Virginia Quarterly Review but was killed, May 2020
A story I grew up with: When my dad was a boy, he shot a bird with a BB gun. Blew its head right off; blood all over the snow. He broke the Daisy over his leg and today reviles guns. My dad loves animals and is known to cry when hitting them in a car, and on most issues he is as liberal as the summer sun is long, often aggressively so. Once he told a devout man the Bible is the comic book of life. But in mid March, just as this thing was becoming real in the U.S.A., I got a text from him: “Is your shotgun a 12 gauge?”
