I HAVE NO DETAILED MEMORY of my and my brother’s prison visits to our parents, nor do I have any recollection at all of our final visit to them at Sing Sing Correctional Facility in Ossining, New York, shortly before … [Read More...]
WHEN JOE WAS EIGHT and making his First Communion, he came home from Catholic school and told me he had to do a reading. I didn’t want to say, “You should be scared reading in front of all those people,” so I just asked … [Read More...]
MY FATHER WAS A DOCTOR. He played the violin with his buddies from medical school. One of them had a piano in his house. Daddy would sit me on the lid of the upright and say, “Sing, Sissie, sing.” I couldn't have been … [Read More...]
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