Olivia Nuzzi and the Sport of Kings

My father did not golf or ski or train birds of prey to be dependent on him. He was a doctor who continued to treat people even when their insurance companies stopped paying—one of the reasons that when he was ejected from his 1993 aquamarine Chevy Cavalier at many miles per fatal hour, my mother and I were forced to sell his practice and, later, our home, before his ashes had settled.