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I have not posted in a long time. Just being lazy. I have a lot of new drawings, but have not scanned them yet. I'll post them soon. Hopefully. This past weekend I went to get Elsa in New York, where she started a new treatment. On Sunday, before coming home, we stopped at Strand Bookstore on Broadway and 12th Street. What an amazing bookstore. The selection was mind boggling. I had been looking for the English version of Samarkand, by Amin Maalouf, but had not been able to find it anywhere. I went into a huge Barnes and Noble and it did not have it, Borders did not have it, so I did not expect Strand to have it. But they did. An excellent used version for nine bucks. Needless to say I was very happy. I also got a book titled "How to write and sell true crime." I began to read the introduction and the author describes how he got into writing about crime because he was contacted by Pat Piscitelli, the defense lawyer who defended Anne Capute, a nurse who was accused of killing one of her patients. This was in the early 80's and I remember the story well. Pat Piscittelli was a lawyer in Brockton, MA, where I went to High School, and the nurse was accused of killing a cancer patient in a hospital in Taunton, MA. The interesting thing is that a few years after that, I was out of college already, I used to work out at the YMCA, very early in the morning, and so did Pat Piscitelli. I used to run on the treadmill and he used to cycle on the stationary bike next to me. I remember that he was very skinny and used to cycle for ever and ever. Once day, long after I stopped going to the YMCA, I read a story in the newspaper that he had died of a massive heart attack while riding that stationary bike. The story said that the heart attack was so massive that he died before hitting the ground. He was a typical case of someone who you would never expect to die of a heart attack, if you took the likelihood to be commensurate with the amount of exercise he did.
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