There was the time Carolyn and John got pulled over on the Massachusetts Turnpike, the car reeking with the smell of pot, a starstruck cop letting them go without even a warning. “There’s an unwritten rule in Massachusetts,” John told her, “whereby members of my family can commit murder and mayhem”—after all, decades earlier his uncle Ted had left a young woman to die in three feet of water—“and nobody bats an eye.”
