Dan Cohen

 As a kid, my first job was selling shoes in a small clothing store that served as the front for a large Los Angeles sports book. Since then, I’ve been a telephone tech, a university professor, a real estate broker,  a pot-washer, and other things, none of which were ever as much fun as selling shoes to gamblers.

Today, I live in Boston with my wife, two sons, and an ancient cat who I choose to believe is  immortal. I’ve been here long enough that no one has an accent, the pizza seems okay, and I reflexively dodge potholes on Storrow Drive that were filled in years ago.


 





Credit where due -- The photograph of my more youthful self was taken by the multi-talented Phil Dusel, who still approaches the internet as though it were a large, unfamiliar dog.