Man, I took a beating in April of 1965. That was not my best year by far. The Nun I had for the tail-end of Sixth Grade at Little Flower told my folks that I was ‘retarded, obstinate, disorganized and destined for bad end.’ To say that I was a miscreant little jerk is not a stretch and I remain less than anal retentive in my assault upon tasks. However, bad end? I think not. I have been saved by great folks.
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Hickey is Second City‘s answer to Dublin’s Flann O’Brien, especially O’B as columnist.
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