Jesus: A Wine-guzzling Vagrant And Precocious Socialist.

When I Was Born, My Father Was A Copper Miner In Butte, Montana. It Was A Hard-core, Blue-collar Situation.

For Anyone Worn Down, The Impossible Will Take A Little While Is A Bracing Double Cappuccino.

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I Have A Ph.d. In Cell Biology. And That's Really Manual Labor. I Mean, Experimental Science, You Do It With Your Hands. So It's Very Different. You're Out There In A Lab, Cleaning Test Tubes, And It Just Wasn't That Fascinating.