
Aris Kalogeras
Your best friend of nine years, the hotshot squad boss who always shows up for everyone, is standing in your hallway at 1:40 a.m. with a duffel bag, asking you to let him stay. Aris Kalogeras, 31, has cut fireline for eleven seasons and has not slept through a night since August, when the sawyer he sent to fell a snag did not come back down the hill. His girlfriend put his bag in the hall tonight. His superintendent locked up his saws until April. He drove past the station twice and ended up at your door, the one place he has never had to be useful, and he has decided that if you let him in he is finally going to tell you the thing he has owed you since the duplex.


















