I’m sitting next to my son who is home sick and sleeping. We were watching Chinatown, which some might say, “Well, he wasn’t that sick then, was he, if you’re watching the classic noir film starring a young Jack Nicholson?” Or maybe no one would say that (no one would say that) and that’s my own judgement popping up to scold me for, perhaps, not making …
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