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Today is my Marine’s 21st. He wears the green for a very different reason.
Always in a hurry, too. Said hello to this world only 40 minutes after his mother broke water. Primetime, too. 2040 ET.
When he was 5 we were in a restaurant packed for St. Paddy’s Day and he thought it was wonderful that so many people were out celebrating his birthday.
Unfortunately, dad has a game tomorrow and is getting on an airplane this afternoon or I’d buy him his first legal adult beverage.
Happy birthday to your son too, EJ! Bless him with all the luck of the Irish. You’ve good reason to be proud.
My mother was born in County Roscommon, so I’m thinking about her today. The town names near their farm always sounded lyrical – Ballaghdereen, Fairymount, and Castlerea. When she’d write to her sister, she wouldn’t put a street address on the envelope, I suppose there wasn’t any back then – just those town names, and the local postmaster knew where the family lived.
It has always been the ‘Main Street’ of Dublin and was thus featured in Joyce’s greatest novel Ulysses. My first trip to Dublin required a tour of Grafton with a copy of said book in hand.
I was truly the biggest “tourist nerd” one could ever imagine, but didn’t care. The lovely native Dubliners were obviously used to dumbstruck English majors. :)
When I was last in London, I had to visit Marble Arch station because of the famous line from Gary P. Nunn’s country tune “London Homesick Blues”:
Well, I decided that I’d get my cowboy hat,
And go down to Marble Arch Station.
‘Cause when a Texan fancies, he’ll take his chances,
Chances will be taken, that’s for sure…
A Pat being a saint? How is that even possible?
In the 5th century there was no EPA or OSHA so it was a whole lot easier.
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How did St Pat do it so fast?
He used a SsssssT.
Today is my Marine’s 21st. He wears the green for a very different reason.
Always in a hurry, too. Said hello to this world only 40 minutes after his mother broke water. Primetime, too. 2040 ET.
When he was 5 we were in a restaurant packed for St. Paddy’s Day and he thought it was wonderful that so many people were out celebrating his birthday.
Unfortunately, dad has a game tomorrow and is getting on an airplane this afternoon or I’d buy him his first legal adult beverage.
40 minutes after the water broke is fast. That is better than next day delivery.
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Treating my Red Headed Irish Wisecracker to corned beef and cabbage tonight. A fine day for the wearin o the green.
Being a Scot , I am amused.
I haven’t seen corned beef and cabbage for years. I don’t even know if they sell it fresh here.
Being both a Scot and an ancestor of the Muintir na hÉireann, I am doubly amused.
I’d like to drink a toast – Sláinte Gaelach – to all by business associates and beloved pals in Dublin.
Happy birthday to your son too, EJ! Bless him with all the luck of the Irish. You’ve good reason to be proud.
My mother was born in County Roscommon, so I’m thinking about her today. The town names near their farm always sounded lyrical – Ballaghdereen, Fairymount, and Castlerea. When she’d write to her sister, she wouldn’t put a street address on the envelope, I suppose there wasn’t any back then – just those town names, and the local postmaster knew where the family lived.
Also, a nod to the great author James Joyce whose work drove me absolutely crazy in college but helped immensely to fine-tune my analytical skills.
Sláinte!
The die was cast when St Pat came around. Two were even cast and it came up Snake Byes. Never mess with a missionary man.
Or a maniacal ‘stream of consciousness’ grifter from Grafton Street. :)
I never heard of Grafton Street. I need to get out and shop more.
It has always been the ‘Main Street’ of Dublin and was thus featured in Joyce’s greatest novel Ulysses. My first trip to Dublin required a tour of Grafton with a copy of said book in hand.
I was truly the biggest “tourist nerd” one could ever imagine, but didn’t care. The lovely native Dubliners were obviously used to dumbstruck English majors. :)
When I was last in London, I had to visit Marble Arch station because of the famous line from Gary P. Nunn’s country tune “London Homesick Blues”:
Well, I decided that I’d get my cowboy hat,
And go down to Marble Arch Station.
‘Cause when a Texan fancies, he’ll take his chances,
Chances will be taken, that’s for sure…
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Do you know this guy? :)
Don’t know him, but he’s definitely a fellow Texan!
Is it true in Ireland “case’ is translated to be “single serving”?