About the Author:
Marc Estrin's world line approximates a cross between a fungal mycelium and a Rube Goldberg device. Biologist, theater director, EMT, Unitarian minister, physician assistant, puppeteer, political activist, college professor, cellist and conductor, he is baffling, even unto himself.
Hyde lives! (It’s only the well-meaning Jekyll who is dead.) Cloak and cudgel discarded, he is now a suitably smooth operator. But as Mike Tyson observes in the epigraph, “Everybody’s got a plan until he gets punched in the mouth.”