Me: …and then we got stuck in a whorehouse by accident…
Dad: I’m sick of hearing about these trips. I want to do one of these adventures you keep talking about.
Me: How about we do something neither of us have done?
Dad: Fine. I want to do the hiking village to village kind of hike thing. Where you hike to villages.
Me: How about Ireland?
Me: Unless you weren’t really serious?
Dad: I’m in. I’m in!
This Wednesday my Da and I board the mothership for a return to the fatherland. Green ol’ Eire. The Emrald Isle. Birthplace of Joyce, Yeats, Shaw, Guinness and Lucky Charms. He hasn’t been overseas since he was a big-eared, wide-eyed beanpole of a Navy man, so this should be a lot of fun.
In the interim make sure you visit the Base Camp Buddies Blogs. And for a read of something special from across the Pond, check out Dick Jones’ Patteran Pages at: http://patteran.typepad.com/. Good stuff.
So keep on living right, showing kindness to your fellow man and always remember to stand your round. First pint of the black stuff is on me when I return. Slainte!