Until I met Russ Keene I was at the mercy of the most wicked class of men: the bad plumber. The bad plumber explores those parts of the house we call shameful and gives them great honor by charging great fees to fix them. They smoke more than they work and when they are done, the result leaks more than it works. And so in Los Angeles meeting Keene was good. Oddly I met him through his kids: talented, smart,... Read more