Entertainment

Laura June Kenney’s “Fleeing the Fates of the Little Rascals” is a charming memoir, in earnest, that omits the day-to-day, nitty gritty reality of being a child actor. 

My neighborhood in the north end, called Down the End by the locals, trilled and thrummed with the unerring twang of guitars. Every boy on the block, talented or not, musically inclined or musically challenged, had mastered the three simple chords to play Wipe Out on the guitar with unerring frequency, regardless of the season or the time of day. From garages and basements, yards, parks and parking lots, impromptu jam sessions broke out into the ubiquitous street sound of drums humping under the sturm and drang of electric guitars.