an american craftsman chuckcrispin Only a philosopher in search of perfection
Chuck Crispin is on his knees on the cold concrete, resting back on his haunches, something he tries to remember never to do anymore. At age 45, a hardwood-floor man must treat his knees gently. He’s in the Oakwood Inn’s library, a small room in the shape of half an octagon.
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