Ken Magill grew up in a time where kids played “guns” all day and no one batted an eye. They had crab-apple wars and shot tennis-ball cannons at each other. In summer, they went out in the morning and their mostly stay-at-home moms had no idea where they went or what they were doing.

Magill’s mercurial, violent, loving, and hilarious father was a vicious debater and a take-no-prisoners competitor who helped him develop the strength to overcome challenges as an adult.

“There, He’s Crying” is alternately laugh-out-loud funny, heart-warming and disturbing.