Thinking of Ireland
Saint Paddy's Day had me thinking of that green nation floating in the Atlantic, a place for which I've real affection. I had the good fortune to be sent there for work one summer. I lived in a furnished apartment a few miles from my work, a short train ride into central Dublin. I rented a bicycle -- it seemed the right thing to do, drank whiskey and Guinness, and swooned whenever the guys in the office said, well, anything in their charming accents. "So you'll have that ready for Monday's review then, will you?" Um, what were we talking about? That's right, Ireland.
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