In Romania, a country with many abandoned children, Florin Grosuleac (right) has taken care of more than 60 boys over the past 13 years in his small apartment in Bucharest. Three of the boys currently living with him are (left to right) Emanuel, Dragos and Samuel.
Many Romanian kids who grow up in orphanages lack life skills when they leave the institutions at age 18. At Grosuleac's home, boys go to school, get jobs and do household chores. Here, Emanuel prepares a rice dish for dinner.
Spray-painted graffiti covers the gray, communist-era concrete building housing a cramped two-bedroom apartment that's home to seven boys and their "dad."
They are among more than 60 boys who have grown up here, in the Berceni section of Bucharest, Romania, under the tutelage of 45-year-old Florin Grosuleac. Known as Good Shepherd, the single-apartment home was founded by Grosuleac 13 years ago and is one of a handful of private houses for abandoned boys across the city.
Soraya Sarhaddi Nelson speaks with David Greene on 'Morning Edition'
The killing Sunday in Afghanistan of an American soldier in what officials say was the latest in a series of "green on blue" attacks by Afghans in uniform against coalition personnel was the 10th in just the past two weeks.
And let's talk about one more bright spot in the American economy - anything that is wrapped in bacon.
Today's last word in business is the double bacon corn dog.
DAVID GREENE, HOST:
Yeah. Vendors at the Iowa State Fair delighted - or disgusted - consumers when deep-fried butter made its debut last year. Well, this year, Campbell's Concessions took a hotdog, wrapped it in bacon, dipped it in corn batter, which is infused with even more bacon, and they dropped it, where else, into a deep fryer.
Victor LaValle's latest novel is called The Devil in Silver.
"I have seen the future of horror ... and it is named Clive Barker."
It was the mid '80s. I was in my local comic book store. I remember seeing those words on the paperback cover of a book. The image of a cheap, rubber-looking mask with its mouth hanging open and its eyes empty was on the front. A purple light glowed behind the mask. It wasn't frightening. The cover looked crappy. And the name, Clive Barker, meant nothing to me. I might've passed it by if not for the name under the blurb: Stephen King.