My mother raised me more so than my father. He
was hardly ever home. If he wasn't in jail he was traveling. And when he was home and conducting his gambling
business in the neighborhood, he would leave the house at 11 a.m. and not come back until 4 a.m. the next morning. Only
on Sundays would he stay home in his bathrobe all day. He'd read every word in the newspaper and at 6 p.m. order everyone
to be cleanly dressed and sitting at the dinner table.
- excerpt from "My Father
My Don"
