we used to come back after morning mass at st. paul's on sunday, st. clair's wasn't built until i had moved. my grandfather, who worked for the newspaper, and my uncle, would hold court around the kitchen table with a guy who was sort of the david broder of the pennsylvania press, scranton press. you think i'm kidding, i wasn't. but anyway. and he would -- they'd come and have breakfast at the table. and a kid could wander around the table where the adults were sitting but you could never sit at the table. and i would walk up and stand next to my grandpa, while he wag conversation. and they're talking about what -- they'd talk about what was going on in the neighborhood. they'd talk about what was going on in the world. they were all learned men. and i learned a lot here in scranton. i learned that money doesn't determine your worth. my tbrawfer would tell me, joey, nobody, nobody is more worthy than you, and everyone is your equal. [applause] all anybody want sas fair shot, a fair shot at making it and they deseven a fair shot. my dad had a say, he sa