Very Irish weather we’re having.  Perhaps it’s in honor of my old friend Kelly’s birthday today. We shared a bedroom in the lovely Savilles’ home in Rathfarnham, Dublin while we “studied” in Ireland  for four months in 1981. Pam, the mom, always had good soup and hefty bread for us in the evening, a main course, and then a dessert just for us–her chocolate cake and “queen of puddings” were wonderful. The four kids should have hated us. They got to eat cow’s tongue. I found out why some people’s jeans had the whitish inside of the front pockets showing–expanding bellies push the pockets clear on out of the way. Before it happened to me, I thought it looked cool. What a dope.

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