The first time my brother was kidnapped I knew about it right away. He was 16 and I was 24. We both lived with our parents in our hometown of Caracas, Venezuela. He had borrowed my dad’s SUV to go to the grocery store and was intercepted returning to our apartment building by two cars that blocked him in. Men held him at gunpoint, moved him out of the SUV into one of their cars…
If you are a particular type of person living in a city, you almost certainly have at least two or three friends who have recently shared the ongoing saga of the Maine Hermit, who was arrested last year and was recently featured in a rather gushing (five-page!) GQ profile. Please do not be impressed by his story; there is no need. There are other heroes more worthy of your distant adulation. No one who lives…
