Men's Journal

And if he’s aware that it’s perhaps unusual to derive such pleasure from the horny anger of one’s parents, he doesn’t let on. He’s still particularly enamored of The Sopranos actor James Gandolfini’s collaborative capacity. At this point in Turturro’s career, he prefers to work only with filmmakers who want to create something together that’s better than what either could come up with apart, and can do so respectfully. But sometimes people think that if it’s harder or more unpleasant, that means it’s more real or something.

He raised just over $2,000 Canadian, then, in September 2014, traveled to the Peruvian jungle city of Iquitos, to study under ayahuasca shaman Guillermo Arévalo (one of Olivia Arévalo’s cousins). The most profitable retreats in Iquitos, Peru’s largest jungle city, bring in nearly $6 million annually and charge guests as much as $2,700 for a week’s stay, according to Carlos Suárez Álvarez, the author of Ayahuasca, Iquitos, and Monster Vorax. But almost everyone I spoke with agreed that his frequent visits were connected to one man: Julian Arévalo—Olivia Arévalo’s son. Nor did the gun appear the day before the murder, when, according to Olivia Arévalo’s daughter Virginia Vásquez, Woodroffe turned up in Victoria Gracia, holding a sign, written in Spanish, that said Julian owed him 14,000 soles, or about $4,000.

On a snow-covered mountain in northeastern Utah, somewhere between the towns of Eden and Paradise, I stepped out of a snowcat, clicked into my skis, and soon discovered why those names might just be warranted. The first run of the day was about 1,200 vertical feet of almost impossibly perfect, fluffy, shin-deep powder, layered over an impressive variety of terrain. A small ridge led to a wide-open face, followed by some well-spaced trees, with other drainages punctuated by little facets and snow pillows on either side. And then the best part: We hopped back into the waiting snowcat’s heated cab, cranked up some tunes on its speaker system, passed around snacks, and rode the 10 minutes back to the top to do it all again.

We change jobs; we turn 26; our employers change—or drop—insurance plans; our doctors leave our networks; our networks leave our doctors; doctors retire; we turn 66. Make sure he has a license in good standing by checking with your state’s licensing board, and that he’s board-certified in his area of specialty. Eric Holmboe, M. D., a board-certified internist at Chicago’s Accreditation Council for Graduate Medical Education and a doctor-patient communication researcher, says he once let his own primary care guy go because of poor communication skills. Don’t be afraid to bring up a test you read about online, but be open if your doctor says you don’t need it—and feel free to ask why.