Stop me if you’ve heard this one: a gangster walks into a nursing home. Priest says to the gangster, “Unburden yourself, my child.” Gangster says, “But Father, I ain’t got no burdens.” “But of course you must,” the Holy Man states, “You’ve spent a lifetime murdering people. Burning businesses. Threatening men of all stripes. You’ve deprived wives of their husbands, children of their fathers.” “But I didn’t even know the families,” the grizzled old gangster mews. “So you don’t feel sorry for any of it?” the clothed man pushes. The old shriveled meat-bag of a man shrugs, ”I guess I do have one regret…”  Read More