No one who grew up during the Depression deserved to suffer children who belonged both to the Baby Boom and X generations, but William and Joan Gallagher did; nine, over sixteen years, and did they suffer. How these two fine, moral people produced children who committed larceny, engaged in strange sex, sometimes on video, used cremated remains as confetti and got haircuts at the Port Authority bus Terminal is beyond explanation. Arrogant, tribal, bloodthirsty and sweet, the Gallagher children would only be on each other's teams, and while seemingly a world apart from their parents, they share more than heavy eyebrows over gorgeous eyes. Move over Mama, and let me tell you what I remember . . .