![]() ![]() My mother locked us in at night to keep us from going downstairs and raiding the kitchen. Although the house had six bedrooms, all four boys slept in the same room. We considered bologna a delicacy, and when there were actually a few slices left, they were usually hidden be-hind or under something else in the refrigerator-familial Darwinism at work. With four boys and five girls, life had its share of unique idiosyncrasies. Yes, we were of Irish-Catholic descent (it’s the first question most people ask when they hear nine kids).īuilt in 1896, the house I grew up in is the same house my mother lives in today. I was born and raised in Oak Park, Illinois. History reveals patterns, and patterns reveal life. ![]() Of course, there’s no single, causal explanation or answer, but by looking back through the pattern-revealing lens of hindsight, we can recognize some of the defining activities, experiences, ideas, and opportunities that ultimately shaped our paths. ![]() How do we end up doing what we do in life? How do we become what we become? How did we get where we are today? At some point in our lives, we all ask ourselves these questions. ![]()
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