Two years ago, Jesse told me to read this paper weight, virtually twice as big as the Bible, or anything that I’ve ever read for that matter. It was only fitting, for at the time, I just recently moved back from Tucson, Arizona and I was in the midst of finishing a wonderful read entitled, “The Epic History of New York City.” The Power Broker somehow struck a chord, even with the native Vermonter. He was enamored by Robert Caro’s writing style and story; it’s parallel and interweaving timeline of …
