The sound of Michael O'Dea's tenor saxophone echoed across the night skies and hills above Sausalito, California.For those who heard, it was haunting, mysterious, and heart-rendering, his soul seemingly speaking to the world. From his solitary perch on the roof of the Bayview Boarding House Michael's eyes were set on San Francisco where he had once been part of the music scene. Micheal knew how people saw him because he was remarkably ugly - his...