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. They described themselves as rough and tumble kids ...
Gee, one time in 9th or 10th grade homeroom at my Catholic school the guy behind me tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned around he unwrapped his hankerchief to reveal a .22 cal revolver. He asked if I was interested, I said no because it didn't have a positive stop on the cylinder. The hammer could come down on the cartridge before it was centered on the barrel. He needed money for a carburettor for his '49 Ford. Later I asked him if he ever got it running and he said not because his mother traded it for a case of beer. I never concidered us rough and tumble, just normal kids.
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who came from homes (Boston Irish) where the priest coming over to he house was like having a coronation of the king or something.
Try Itialian Catholic and having the parish priest over for spagetti and meatballs. You might respect the man but you never let your guard down. Like when going around town you stayed out of certian neigbhorhoods if you didn't want beat.