As a youth I would occasionally run into the type of family that seemed a bit rougher than mine. The first time I met Randall, the older of the four male children in the S…..ton clan was on the occasion of watching a fly walk of the edge of his school desk. He pulled it’s wings off. His brother Clifford was known to tie cats together by the tail, hang them from cloths lines and set them on fire. Just to witness their death struggle. One day I stopped by their house as Randall waved me to come and play pool on his new pool table. While I was upstairs, on the second floor of his house, Clifford stole my bicycle. The fact of the matter is that they were raised hard, hard language, hard feelings and a hard vision of the world. Like the culture of Rome, compassion was a dirty word. With the Sutton family, I doubt they even knew the meaning of the word compassion.