I saw a sticker on a car the other day that reminded me of a priest I hung out with in Italy. The bold letters read, They still hang bike thieves in Montana.
Treasure hunting has a notorious reputation for danger. So when I hear, “Die. Die. Die,” screamed into a dark, empty street, echoing ominously between the stoic stone buildings in this old section of the city of Florence, I get a little nervous. Though not nearly enough to stop my nighttime prowl. The only consolation I … Read more