Between rounds of eating and play in the pool, I learned more about Katz Strong. The men sat in the Adirondack chairs beside me and talked about their childhoods together. Katz was a smart kid, attended private schools, and came from a well-to-do and large family. One of his brothers went to Yale. And one of his sisters, I think her name was Marlena, attended Harvard. His parents were scientists, prize-winners. Inventors of something or other in medicine, but I didn’t catch the specifics during the conversation. Katz didn’t have to work a day in his life, spoiled. He reeked of his parent’s money. The youngest child out of many. Rotten beyond rotten.