The author presents twenty vignettes from his childhood that begins with his illegitimate birth in an orphanage in Ireland, traces some of his experiences through the newly-emerging suburbs of northern New Jersey, and ends with him going off to college, the first in his family to do so. A breeze of serendipity blows gently through these vignettes, reminding him that life is an eternal crapshoot.

The author was born to an unwed and unhappy Celtic woman in mid-twentieth century Ireland. His future did not look bright. His mother had initially raised him in one of the many Irish institutions called Mother and Baby Homes, because she, like so many women like her, had nowhere else to turn. His father and her family had abandoned her. Since adoption was illegal in Ireland at the time, he would most likely have been raised in various state institutions during his youth, like the other 98 percent of children born in his circumstance. Instead, he was destined for something different. He would grow up three thousand miles away, across the Atlantic in New Jersey. In this brief memoir, he shares a few random remembrances that illustrate what life was like for him and many others who grew up in the newly emerging suburbs of the United States in the 1950s and 1960s.

The author recently turned seventy-five and wanted to record a few of his remaining memories before they slide forever into forgotten dreams. He's heard it said that you don't leave this world for good until the last person whispers your name. This memoir is his way of letting a few people "live" a bit longer.