
Speaking of Ireland, Kate brought us down to this shop one day for a nice little afternoon snack after seeing the ruins in Cashel. That is where I learned my name in Irish. Good times, Kate, and Katy who was there with us, and for some reason I think there were more of us, but I can't remember who. Maybe one of the sis's. I recall tumbling down hills (in honor of Monica who made me do it once at Wash U), almost killing a small child who wanted to copy us, much to her parents discontent. Life is good when you got time and good friends. I miss ol' Eire. I miss my Kates. I don't miss overcast days nor random rain, but you got to take the good with the bad.