Barb’s trips to Ireland.
Happy St. Pats day to everyone (because tomorrow we’re all Irish)! Hope you enjoy this repeat of a story from a few years back. And always remember:
Tá aois ag rá in Éirinn le haghaidh beagnach aon rud a dtiocfadh leat a rá.**
(**There is an old saying in Ireland for almost anything you might say.)
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!)
I’ve always loved Ireland.
Sure, when I was little, I worried about Irish eyes which could, according to my Irish mother’s favorite song, smile. I pictured shamrock clowns with happy-faced grins tattooed across their pupils. But somehow, despite my obvious need of ongoing coulrophobia therapy for all things Bozo, I was still a sucker for anything Irish.
I entered the University of Chicago as a biology major. That lasted until my first-year required literature class taught by Frank Kinahan, newly-hired professor of Anglo-Irish lit. Our initial encounter was less than auspicious…
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