Letters to the Editor
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just some woolgathering from 50 years ago
i 'ad th' misfarchune a' bein' reezed in un Eyerish neighbor'ood. to me, that pat stands for patrick. i remember it fondly now. i'd get called "christ killer" and i'd say "holy names? [the parish was the "church of the holy names"] like mackeral, smoke and shit?". and of course we'd fight. i wasn't strong enough to win but i wasn't too weak to lose - and in those days all you had to have was heart, you didn't get stomped. it never got so far as to be called "friendship" but a grudging respect is really quite good enough.

