I gave my soul a name, Tommy.
In the 1960’s, I went to confession at Saint Joe’s Catholic Church in Libertyville, Illinois.
Ours was a common post-war catholic family. Nine kids, five boys and four girls, bouncing off each other 24/7. We all went to the same mass every Sunday and sucked up a whole pew.
It happened. I got old. Middle age is in the rear view mirror and here I sit an old fart still trying to figure it out.
On a Saturday afternoon in June of 1962 when I was 7 years old I left my hometown without a parent. That day I road with my three older brothers from our house in Libertyville, Illinois, to Lake Forest.
Sometimes it takes only a few minutes for the world to jerk you from one stage of your life to the next.
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