Often, he would awake at 2 AM. It was getting to be a standard. Awake. Unable to go back to sleep. Get up, throw the clothes on. Try to attain a level of awakeness that would get him out to the kitchen and the old electric coffee perc. Plug it in. Turn on the radio […]

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They called him “Lupi.” Because he was clumsy and awkward and childlike. Even at 57. They thought he needed to be more “responsible”–less “impulsive”–more “serious.” That he shouldn’t “trust” so much–shouldn’t be so “gentle”–so–”gullible.”  Interesting thing I noticed about Lupi shortly after I met him: he just wanted to be peaceful–understood–kind. I also noticed something […]

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