It was the kind of afternoon that felt electric, a low hum of anticipation in the air even before the first drop of rain. The sky to the west was a bruised, churning canvas of charcoal and violet. For most, this was a signal to retreat, to batten down the hatches and wait for the violence to pass. But for Jamie Tran, a local blogger known for dancing on the edge of the ordinary, it was an invit...
