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Greg Scott is a fixer. In Chicago, where Scott plies his trade, the title is traditionally tapped for the slick wheeler-dealers who haunt the criminal-court corridors or City Hall. But there’s nothing traditional about Scott, a 42-year-old, ginger-haired, Gonzo-worshipping, award-winning radio freelance citizen-journalist; an independent filmmaker and public health advocate; a tattooed Midwestern tenured sociology professor, dad, and Little League baseball coach.
-Utne