grew up in Bronx. from first grade to High School.

that's 6 years old until 17. I had a nun in second grade who made me do Irish jig in front of class on 3/17. then smacked me across face cause I didn't do it right. She ended up in hospital with various injurries. I was 6. she was 60. this was in 1963. My mom (the picture I showed you) went there to see what happened. My mom came from Ireland on a boat. she sailed on a boat for 23 days. met my dad and produced me and 4 others. No way was she going to let a nun a smack me. Moral of the story Irish are proud people. Then you have Brennan.