I don’t agree with this old Irish guy on the basic issues of the Irish collapse:
…but when I close my eyes and listen I can hear my father and paternal grandfather in the rhythms of the guy’s speech*. They were good union men and honest working-class Democrats, and I miss them both terribly; it was nice to kind of listen to them again.
And that last exchange was pure Lane.
Moe Lane
*Including the profanity. Oh my God, especially the profanity.
HA! It’s my grandfather! It’s a “fooking” shame!