My Favorite Irishman


Sheehan’s Grand Hotel & Pub, Killarney
courtesy of Skipping Hippy, flickr

Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
Everybody’s Irish today, yes?

I’m going to re-blog a post I did about my dad.
If you’re new here, you may not have met him.
I miss him a lot on St. Patrick’s Day.
Enjoy.
Here’s my favorite quote about my people,
from William Butler Yeats.
It pretty much says it all.

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy,
which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

Your comment is welcome.