This is a story of growing up in Northern Ohio, USA. Starting in the boom years after WWII, through the swinging sixties, and into the seventies when hippies started to cut their hair.
It’s a story of me growing up with my three younger siblings trailing behind me, an alcoholic father, and a mother who put smiles on all our faces and never gave up.
My mother, Kathleen, was the oldest of twelve children. She sang, acted, swam, worked full-time, played sports with us, and told stories day in and day out. We lived in the suburbs, the inner city, and a rural township. I played in the woods, fought in a ghetto, played sports, drove fast, laughed loud, and tried to be a good son. By the time I turned eighteen, my siblings and I were orphans.