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[vc_column][vc_single_image image="453" img_size="large" alignment="center" qode_css_animation=""][/vc_column][vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="grid" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern" z_index=""][vc_column css=".vc_custom_1690485566533{padding-right: 40px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;}"][vc_empty_space height="20px"][vc_column_text] When I was younger I had not conceived of living past 21.  It had been a wild run and I had lived for the day, every day. ...

[vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="grid" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern" css=".vc_custom_1690482303454{padding-bottom: 10px !important;}" z_index=""][vc_column][vc_single_image image="553" img_size="large" alignment="center" qode_css_animation=""][vc_empty_space][vc_single_image image="554" img_size="large" add_caption="yes" alignment="center" qode_css_animation=""][vc_empty_space][vc_column_text css=".vc_custom_1690482319634{padding-right: 40px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;}"] There is no escape today from the endless beauty in their faces and the drenching, exhausting heat that darkens my...

[vc_column][/vc_column][vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="grid" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern" css=".vc_custom_1690485379130{padding-right: 40px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;}" z_index=""][vc_column][vc_column_text css=".vc_custom_1690484916063{padding-right: 40px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;}"] We’ll start at his end. Phil Librizzi is dead. He officially died 30 years ago when someone in his family realized he wasn’t going to be returning...

[vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern"][vc_column][vc_single_image image="557" img_size="large" alignment="center" qode_css_animation=""][vc_empty_space height="20px"][vc_column_text css=".vc_custom_1690484065955{padding-right: 40px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;}"] When my son was four years old he was obsessed with trains.  They fascinated him and I never fully understood why.  One late summer day, while sitting on...

[vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="grid" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern" css=".vc_custom_1586621424315{padding-bottom: 10px !important;}" z_index=""][vc_column][vc_single_image image="531" img_size="large" alignment="center" qode_css_animation=""][vc_empty_space][vc_column_text css=".vc_custom_1690482951296{padding-right: 40px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;}"] The only time that I’ve been punched in the face was when I was in High School in New York. [/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space height="20px"][vc_column_text css=".vc_custom_1690482964846{padding-right: 40px !important;padding-left: 40px...

[vc_column][/vc_column][vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="grid" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern" z_index=""][vc_column][vc_single_image image="473" img_size="large" alignment="center" qode_css_animation=""][vc_empty_space height="20px"][vc_column_text css=".vc_custom_1690482530847{padding-right: 40px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;}"] Yes, I set my teenage son up as a prostitute in a shitty hotel* in New York City. [/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space height="20px"][vc_column_text css=".vc_custom_1690482541179{padding-right: 40px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;}"] I can explain.  [/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space height="20px"][vc_column_text...