Growing up in the suburban idylls of East Williston, life was pretty good. Mom and Dad were mostly normal, there was an endless round of parties and trips to the beach and the local pool (Christopher Morely Park, for those North Shore-ites here at CT), the neighbors were neighborly, and Wheatley Hills, the golf club, wasn’t too fusty for young people. (There was a sex toy in the caddy locker room closet. I’ll never know why.)