Suburban Walks of an Irish Immigrant
Being a romantic immigrant you know I get all misty when somebody breaks into a shed out here in Kansas City’s suburbs, and steals a lawnmower.
Early the other evening the police helicopter circled over my head for about ten minutes. Perhaps because it made me dizzy and the dog confused, but I found myself maudlin about Dublin and was almost tempted to go home and lock my door.
Apart from missing petty crime, you know I also miss seeing chewing gum, so yesterday morning when I read the latest report from the front line against gum in Europe, before temperatures hit a modest 96F (35.5C) I immediately dashed out for a suburban walk with my head down looking for gum.
And of course all I found was a tennis ball.
See Also:
• Web Access in Ireland Compared to U.S.
• What impresses you most about the United States?
• Irish Hugely in Favour of Unknown
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