While I was on a brief vacation, visiting my mom and playing golf with friends in Ohio in August 1996, I received a call from Frank Weimann, the New York literary agent who had earlier arranged the doomed collaboration between Howard Safir and me. In fact, Weimann, who had voluntarily flown down from New York, served as the key witness for us during th…
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