In 1997, Peter von Ziegesar, a freelance writer living in New York, called me. Peter began by asking if I remember the day we went to pick-up his stepbrother at who was in prep school at the time. I said, yes I do.

"Well, that same boy has been living on the streets for years now and I have started getting involved in trying to help him."  

Peter went on toexplain
  • Graffiti under the bridge where Peter sleeps.
  • Evidence of Peter living under a bridge South of Ketchum. Idaho. 2006.
  • I recognize the hat as Peter's. I never find Peter. He had been in town just days before, I have to drive back to Tucson without a visual record of Peter's face which is all i came for.