“It was the first time in my life,” he said, “that I felt like I belonged.”
His “guys,” or “critters,” are what Justin affectionately calls the whimsical faces and figures that have continued to spring from his prodigious imagination, despite years of heart and lung ailments.
“I know it sounds corny and all, but I hate to sell any of them, and I’m always surprised when somebody wants to buy one. I'm like, ‘Really?’ ”
Each piece has a name — an