He was good at tracing things believed lost.  Once he found a child.  Scarfing hamburgers with workmates perving on lunchbreak girls among the flow of shoppers outside a crowded mall, their sarcastic scores out of ten for sexiness were interrupted when a frantic mother blundered by.  Slipping from their land rover he asked quick pertinent questions then directed his trailing mates to search in different directions.  After footing it fluidly through the pack inside he triumpha

On Going to the Record Store Manned by an indifferent celestial being named Jesse or Manny in flare jeans and a chambray. All gates to...