For several years, I grew up next door to John Whirty. Or rather Johnny Whirty, as we all knew him. It was from 1950-1954, in Wellesley Hills, Massachusetts. It was on a quiet street in a middle class neighborhood of single family homes, and Johnny lived in the house next to ours with both his...
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