Boston Globe Santa 1967 “Mom will love this.” My nine-year-old sister Judy said as she folded another newspaper. “ It’s pretty easy, but we must do it soon, so it’s in the paper before Christmas.” She pushed The Boston Globe in my face. I read the tragedies suffered by

(This is an excerpt from my newest book) Everyone in the church was crying, everyone but me . I looked over at my dad and even saw a tear rolling down his cheek. Maybe he never got Pops’ memo. “Crying’s for pussies. Suck it up, breathe deep, never give in