When I was growing up, a family lived next door that had four rambunctious boys who were very close together in age. I’ll call them the Fitzpatrick’s. I have been telling stories about the things that their boys did for years, never dreaming that I would be the head of a family just like them before I was through. Two of the Fitzpatrick boys used to play a game that took place on the hood of their mother’s station wagon (the precursor to the minivan). They would stand on the hood of the car with a baseball bat and take … Continue reading →