PERHAPS WE ALL NEED TWO FAMILIES: the one we are born into and the one that finds us when we really searching for it..... In Chicago in July 1959, eleven-year-old Michael Friedman roamed the hot summer streets to hide from home. Any place was better than the dark apartment where his mother suffered mysterious ailments and was lost in her own world. Anywhere was better than home when his father was there. Despite working two jobs, David...