Stamps: The last few years have been a trip

I'm not a born-again religious fanatic. Far from it. But I'm a better man than I was. It was just a few short years ago, in the wee hours of the morning, that I got on my knees in the living room of our home in Malibu, California, and asked for help from the Man Upstairs. It was the first time in decades that I'd poured my heart out to God.