For his stepfather, "My first concern was what I was going to do to him when I lay my hands on him."


My dad, a Boston Irishman schooled in pugilism, would have left a few black & blues on my upper arms, that's for sure.
And if he wasn't around, my mother would have used her enforcer of choice, the WW2 army surplus stainless steel serving spoon she kept handy for such "teaching moments".