The first time I met Tim Parochka was during college. He was refereeing one of my intramural basketball games. With about six minutes to go in the second half, I stole the ball from an unsuspecting point guard and raced the other way to go in for a dunk. As I took my last dribble... Continue Reading →
The first time I met Tim Parochka was during college. He was refereeing one of my intramural basketball games. With about six minutes to go in the second half, I stole the ball from an unsuspecting point guard and raced the other way to go in for a dunk. As I took my last dribble... Continue Reading →
It’s a breezy day as I walk through the financial district of Bogota. I’ve never been to this part of the city before, but it’s like a mini-Manhattan. A few turns of the shoulder and I’m in an upscale neighborhood. Money is intimidating. It’s one of those things you either have or don’t have. Guess... Continue Reading →
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