Mary McGrory is well known to me, shudder, and I recognized the family name at once.
Brian McGrory is not someone I recall reading because I rarely find my way to the Boston Globe. Apparently not many other people do either.
Though I was born and raised in the Kingdom of Rose where you cannot swing a stick without hitting some buck-toothed, yahoo busybody named Kennedy, I still am reluctant to participate in visiting the sins of the elders on the second or third cousins. I'll watch him like a hawk, now that you've pointed him out, and look to see whether any evidence of the same early-onset dementia that claimed cousin Mary afflicts this fellow.
I love McGrory’s columns.
They are often quite humorous,especially when he is discussing Hingham.