My father was a doctor. We never got the doctoring bug. He never spoke to us about medicine. Instead, he took us on road trips and taught us to play catch, even me. When we were little, he would read ... [+]
A police vanhas beenoverturnedand the Burger Kingon the corneris burning,and if youabsorbthe oily blacksmoke,willfullybreathe it in,your heartmuscleswill seize upand your familydesert you,you'll foreverbe marked downin the bookas an arsonist,a looter,a so-called"outside agitator,"who made,for a while,this murderingold worldto tremble.
