In a bar, a poet meets the man behind the drug that saved his life — discovering how science, faith and chance created a future thought impossible.
My 78-year-old father, wobbling to his feet, fidgeted for a tub of Mentos in his fleece pocket and, when the zipper failed to yield, abandoned the candy and reached for his keys, as if he had designs ...
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