Growing up anywhere doesn't always come easy. There are always those pesky bumps in the road It was no different for the children living on Desrosiers Street in the old mill town of Lowell, Massachusetts. It was the 1960s and for all intents and purposes, the city hadn't changed much since the Depression years of decades earlier: there was still unemployment; rows of dingy, red brick factories lining the Merrimack River; and a kaleidoscope of nationalities from French to Greek. But nestled in the city's newer suburbs was an out of the way corner, a neighborhood of sunny streets, leafy trees,...