Monthly Archives: April 2018

I never cried when my father died.
Like I said in the story of My Earliest Memory, I remember him kicking me so hard, I went at least 10 or 12 feet. I was only a small child, but that [...]
The day I had to fire my Uncle “Chin”.
First of all, the back story. Back in late 89, early 1990, after looking for a job, to no avail, for 16 months. My Uncle Gerard “Chin” Finney [...]
In the presence of evil.
My first visit to Mount Cashel took place as a class outing when I attended St. Pat’s. I believeĀ it was 2nd or 3rd grade. It was a swimming outing, [...]