June Hollick went to college in Burlington, Vermont, where she found two things that changed her life: a love of writing, and a group of musicians who were about to become famous.

In her twenties, she spent seven years on the road covering Phish for anyone who would publish her — small music journals, regional papers, a short-lived website that was ahead of its time and behind on its bills. She filed from parking lots, diners, and the occasional floor. She got very good at deadlines and very comfortable in unfamiliar cities.

She came back to Burlington because she never really left. She still lives there. She still knows people.

Her reporting now tends toward the human side of institutional failure — what it feels like to be on the receiving end of a policy, a product, or a decision made by people who will never meet you. She broke the Tethered story after months of interviews with people who had never told anyone what they were experiencing. Several of them cried. One sent a card.

Hollick covers technology and its consequences, health and science, music, and the full range of stories that begin with a person saying 'I didn't know who else to tell.'

For the record: no, she has never been to Las Vegas and does not plan to go. And no, she did not marry Phish drummer Jon Fishman in a Las Vegas chapel with Trey Anastasio serving as the minister. That is not something that happened.