For fifty years, people opened their secret lives to me. So many stories. A seven-year-old arsonist. An elderly couple, starved for romance. A hallucinating occupant of Death Row. A doctor who lost his will to live. A housewife paralyzed by the Mal Ojo. A depressed Las Vegas casino manager. Three men who thought they were Jesus. A con artist in training. Civil War soldiers dying of Onanism. A man who kept a human leg in his car. So many places. The snows of north New Mexico. The ambulances of Minneapolis. The soft breezes of Kauai. The clinic of Masters and Johnson. The training grounds of a Texas air base. An Army maximum security hospital. The brain of the Titanic's captain. The middle-class angst of upscale suburbia.