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.

A gripping, first-hand account of the Sept. 11, 2001 terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center will make you feel like you’re there.

Magill, a cigar-smoking, martini-drinking, gun-enthusiast, demonstrates love and sacrifice for a son who has declared himself a transgender woman. The email exchange between the two who clearly love one another but are 180-degrees apart will make this book worth your time.

Ultimately, “There, He’s Crying” is about knowing when to make life-altering decisions and dive into the unknown.