By Brian McLane As I've mentioned on more than one occasion, my greatest hope in life had always been to one day start a family of my own. That never happened, at least in a traditional fashion, of course. But that's not to say that, to this day, I still don't have many in my […]
By Brian McLane The show was Ironside. Like so many 1960s cop shows, it was predictable, formulaic, and built around a quirky and/or flawed cop/private detective always referred to (for reasons, apparently, known only to him) by just his last name. We didn’t care. Hell, we loved Ironside, my brother and I, and watched it religiously every […]
By Brian McLaneI would be lying to you if I said I remember everything about that day. Heck, I was barely five. But I do remember a few things. I remember, for example, it was Spring. I remember too, at least I think I do, that it was a Saturday. The year was – and, […]
By Terry McLaneLike so many kids, who think they know their little corner of the world inside out, there was a time when I believed I knew my big brother better than anyone, probably better than he knew himself. But then came that summer we discovered whiffle ball. And Brian and I didn’t play whiffle […]