Everyone was nervous, excited and a little scared—Johnny Saxon was flying home to his folks in Brooklyn, and he was bringing his love with him . . ....
What do you do with them? Big brother, that is. Put them in their place!
That’s what I learned after too many years of taking my brother Johnny’s guff.
The first time I rebelled was at dinner one summer. Johnny wasn’t a movie star then, and I...
Only the two of them were in the white hospital room. The eighty-two-year-old man with the snow-white hair and the thin, drawn face lay back on the white pillowcase. His deeply-set brown eyes stared at his grandson glassily. Falteringly, in a hesitant mixture of Italian...