Can't Stop The Muse
July, 1980
It was one of those muggy Manhattan days that turn ordinary men into sweating zombies. But 31 floors above the perspiring city, Jacques Morali was neither sweating nor thinking of the ordinary."There is something you do not know about me," he said. His musical French accent sounded deceptively offhand. "It is incredible, scary...and I cannot explain it."Morali stood, rocking slightly, at the window of his stylish East Side apartment and stared at the gray river below. He may...
