On Labor Day 2011, Mike Nuttall ran up a dusty trail in the golden foothills above Silicon Valley. It was a clear, hot morning that smelled of burnt grass and roasted acorns. One thousand feet below, glassy tech buildings shimmered like a diamond necklace around the San Francisco Bay. Slightly rumpled with bed-head blonde hair, Nuttall, 62, looked... Read more...
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