by Nathan Frank 
I recently celebrated my anniversary of moving back to Greenpoint. In 2012 I took a sabbatical from Brooklyn to walk one-thousand miles through the deserts of southern California.
One day, after trudging for hours through one-hundred degree heat, I arrived at the only watering hole for miles in either direction. To avoid dehydration in this arid wilderness I often shared the same algae laden troughs as nearby ranchers’s herds. Female bovine are docile…
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