.. the San Francisco Comical for marring an otherwise interesting (if increasingly familiar) profile of Edward P. Jones. We know, we know - he was a con man and a cokehead and he sold his friend's apartment and - whoops! Wrong hype machine ...
Modest, soft-spoken, Jones is the son of an illiterate hotel maid and kitchen worker, now dead, and a father who disappeared from his life when he was 3 or 4. By the time he graduated from high school, his family had moved 24 times. His younger brother, who is developmentally disabled, is institutionalized; he rarely speaks to his sister, a home care aide in Brooklyn.Jones lives alone in Arlington, Va., has never married or had children, and leads "a simple life" of reading and writing. He doesn't drive and has never owned a car. Until last year he worked for Tax Analysts, a nonprofit that helps tax professionals understand laws and regulations.
For 19 years, Jones summarized newspaper stories and columns relating to the tax world. It was tedious, he says, but he hung in. "I had been poor and didn't want that to happen to me (again). I didn't want to worry about rent and food; that wasn't the life I wanted to live."
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