December 15, 2015

Boston. November, 1991

This is my father's birthday. He would have been 99 years old today. Hard to imagine. Of course, this is based on his birth year being 1916 (as I saw it on my application to Seton Hall Prep when I was about to enter high school.) Readers who come from Irish families (or who happen to be aging Hollywood starlets) know that such factual information is highly suspect. Here he is at the John F. Kennedy Library on his first visit to Boston. If he looks like he might be crying, he probably was, moved by being in the middle of that whole Camelot/Kennedy business. He cried easily. Just one of the things I loved about him. In retrospect.

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