In this Next Chapter of my life I think it’s important to start by making my confession. I like confession. When I was a kid my friends and I used to sit under the maple tree in the front yard of our house on Calumet Avenue and help the Catholic kids make up sins to bring to confession. We figured it was just too boring to go into the booth and tell the priest you hit your brother, or talked back to your mother, or snuck a peak inside your dad’s Playboy magazine. Think of the poor priest, listening [READ MORE]