We may have been the only people not wearing flannel or fleece when we walked into a bustling beer-and-barbecue scene on a windy Saturday afternoon in Portsmouth.
Sometime during the past 20 years or so, Dustin Kay latched onto his older brother’s hip for the very first time.Then he rarely let go.Maybe that’s why Mikey Kay wore so many hats on the day Dustin’s urn was buried. He hugged nearly every person in a.