“Who are you looking for?” Was shouted at me the very first time I met Kent McKinley. Wearing a Hawaiian shirt, completely unbuttoned, khaki shorts, and barefoot, my eyes were immediately drawn to the enormous broken capillaries on his nose and thick wild Mustache. His skin glistened on the verge of dripping from the summer heat…

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