Friday, March 17, 2006
Happy St. Paddy's Day
If I was feeling up to it, I'd be out celebrating by drinking cider and Harp. But I'll have to be content with thinking about how I was in Derry in August, enjoying a pint at an awesome pub inside the old city walls, listening to the band, chatting with a fellow that looked like that Kevin kid from American Idol, hearing the story about the notes framed and posted up behind us on the wall, thinking about the idea of freedom, and all the other good stuff from my trip last summer.
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