That was the background of my family. My father, William O'Reilly Sr., held a decent job, bought a small house, and sired two kids. My mother, Ann O'Reilly, was an energetic stay-at-home mom because, had she not been, one of her kids would be in the penitentiary right now.
Yes, that would be me. My younger sister, Janet, has always been a solid citizen, not at all fresh or bold. The nuns loved her. So that's the jumping-off point for this book, the white ethnic, basically blue-collar suburbs of America in a conventional time when baby boomers were popping out all over the place. The journey begins at the dinner table, where chewy meat loaf and fish sticks reigned, and in a neighborhood full of kids playing in the streets because our yards were too small.
Oh, and one more thing: Hey, Sister, I can't thank you enough for the title.
Excerpted from A BOLD FRESH PIECE OF HUMANITY by Bill O'Reilly. Copyright © 2008 by Bill O'Reilly. Reprinted by permission of Broadway Books, a division of The Doubleday Publishing Group of Random House, Inc.