Sunday mornings at the Clark’s residence back in the day could best be described as a madhouse. My mom was always the first to rise and get started. Then on to her ritual of getting everyone out of bed while preparing breakfast. Six kids and one bathroom meant there was plenty reason for total chaos as we scrambled and struggled to get ourselves church ready. Thinking back to what we experienced as a Sunday morning Catholic family with six kids, I can only imagine what it must have been like at Willie Kalka’s place. His household was blessed with double that many kids and ...