Mother’s love is a blessing that may one day save you from dementia

HE was a neat, quietly-spoken, witty, smallish man of Irish extraction who was liked wherever he went, in New York during the Roaring 20s. Not that he went that many places.

He mostly went to the bank — to rob it — and then, when he would get caught, he went to prison, to do his time, having been convicted of the crime.

Willie Sutton never actually gave the response that put him in the quotation books, but in later life admitted it was such a great answer he wished he had said it. The question he supposedly was asked was: “Why do you rob banks?” The answer? “Because that’s where the money is.”