My dear old mom would have turned 90 last month if ALS hadn’t claimed her life when she was just a month shy of turning 65. As far as moms go, for the most part, you could say I got lucky having her as a mom. She only spanked me once (undeserved, of course, even if I did run across a street without looking), and gave me enough rope growing up that I was free to roam the various neighborhoods in which we lived – Detroit, Chicago. Back then, few kids disappeared, so our parents worried less and gave us ...