Are You Irish in Kansas City?
Well? Are ya, punk?
It’s ages since I’ve said this. Kind of like fridge magnets I like to say it whenever I’m somewhere I haven’t said it before.
And right now I’m sitting in the middle of the green fields of Wexford with the the sun and wind making both the hills the swallows look fantastic.
I’m not sitting on the grass you understand, I’m in the conservatory, just back from the cycle to the village for the sausages, the bread, and the milk. If those hills weren’t horrible enough, there was the wind as well as gravity to contend with.
Now if only I had picked up some batteries I could’ve shared this view with you, so you too could also have enjoyed the bending trees and buses lit up in the brilliant sunshine as overhead an Irish sky of grey and white clouds, and holes of blue, all rush by.
But I can’t so instead I’ll ask you if today you want to express your interest in things Irish in Kansas City, assuming you are Irish more than a couple of times a year.
This also buys me some more time to finish painting 2 rooms, and to bring back fully up to date the Kansas City Events calendar, which you may have noticed has suffered while I’ve been traipsing around Ireland.
Meanwhile, don’t forget that Eddie Delahunt’s coffeeshop hasn’t just moved; it’s open.
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