With four friends, my wife and I met up with our son and his Havana-born wife at one of their favorite places, Raglan Road. It’s at least our third time there. Via DNA testing, our daughter-in-law just discovered, to her astonishment, that she’s minority but substantially Irish, which must surely explain her long-standing enthusiasm for an Irish pub: Plainly, it’s the call of the Old Country.
Raglan Road is a fun place, with excellent food, good Irish dancers, great Celtic musicians. (All too easy to overdo, even without any Guinness.) Being there makes me regret, just a bit, that I’m not even slightly Irish. “Not a single drop of Irish blood?” somebody asked me tonight. “Nope,” I responded. “I’m British and Scandinavian, with nary a drop of Irish blood.” “Except,” my son aptly interjected, “on the blades of our swords!”
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