Well I'll be Darn Tootin'

I'm not actually sure if that's how the phrase goes. I'm not excellent when it comes to cliche's. As a matter of fact, it's part of my charm, butchering sayings. But I makes said remark because it has come to my attention that there is an international audience to my emails. All the way from across the pond, some good Irish kids are tuning in to find out about Jorge. That's huge! I miss my Irish buds and hope all is well in their world. I just sent one of them a postcard because she was one of the most important and memorable people I met overthere. Sweetheart like no other. And she liked me despite my uncoolness at times. She's a winner in my book.



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.