WARREN BOLSTER: PULLING BEAUTY FROM THE FIRE

I caught Warren Bolster at a good time in his life. Maybe the best time. It was 1985, and he was halfway into a comeback that would make even the most dedicated Mark Occhilupo fan pause and say, “Now that is a damn fine comeback.” Warren was closing in on 40, detoxed, groomed, a bit leathery around the eyes. Had…