&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;gt;<br>&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;div style=”display:none;”&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;gt;<br>&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;img src=”//pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-fNeHdWqgrbVC8.gif” border=”0″ height=”1″ width=”1″ alt=”Quantcast”/&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/div&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;br /&amp;amp;amp;gt;<br>&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;By Rachel Herzog The tall, grizzled man with a crooked smile had five or six months until his court date. Until then, John would spend his days building wooden chairs amid the clatter and hum of the woodshop. In a few weeks, he would earn a […]
