My Uncle Tony Giago started out life behind the eight ball, the family car went off a one lane bridge near Batesland, and they had to rush two-year-old Tony to the hospital with a hole in his head. The priest came over from Holy Rosary to give Tony his last rites, but Tony somehow pulled through. Speculation has always been that the medical science of 1930 could not detect or treat any neurological damage and so my Uncle Tony was always a little strange. It didn’t diminish his intellect. He was a bright guy. He could tell stories, draw pictures,...

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