If I am in bed by 4 p.m., it can only mean one thing: I'm sick. I won't bore you with the details, but let's just say that sneezing and Kleenex are involved.
The book inspired me to try to track down a kid I knew as a teen. Greg Kammer is one of those people who disappeared into nowhere in 1985 and again in 1990. Presumably, he's out there living under a third identity. As far as I could tell, no one knows where he is now. Greg was a quiet guy, kind of a teddy-bear build, sweet. He left behind good jobs, romantic relationships, and huge business debts. I hope that he has found peace wherever he is.