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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][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.  By age 35 I was...

[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_1586697040950{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] There is no escape today from the endless beauty in their faces and the drenching, exhausting heat that darkens my shirt with sweat. The ancient...

[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_column_text] 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 to his body which had been kept alive in a...

[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] 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 a park bench under a...

[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] 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] I definitely had it coming. [/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space height="20px"][vc_column_text] Over the course of a...

[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] 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] I can explain.  [/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space height="20px"][vc_column_text] It was for my biggest client… but how security walked in...