Why You Should Think Twice Before You Judge a Book by its Cover

I never even attempted to talk with him. But in the three years we were neighbors In Cleveland Heights, Ohio, I felt oddly attuned to the strange man who would pass by my house as he hurried to and from work, looking anxious and forlorn, as if he carried the burdens of the world on his slumping shoulders. I was in my early 20s, cobbling together a living as a freelance writer and bartender at the time, and I remember thinking that he was precisely the type of person I didn't want to become, p...