LIFE COMES AT YOU FAST, CARS COME AT YOU FASTER That Friday morning started normal enough, up at 6 A.M. for a run on the hotel treadmill. A short two-miler, it would be the last training run on my schedule in preparation for participating in the Love Run – a half-marathon on the streets of Philadelphia, set for that Sunday. I had traveled to Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, to give their city police officers my training on anti-government extremists. It’s a funny thing about fate and...
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