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Friday, March 17, 2006
SINCE EVERYONE IS IRISH TODAY ...
Time to toot my horn ...
8 Sometimes Irish
You’re not Irish, my mother says. True, there’s not a drop of Irish blood coursing through my veins. English thoroughbreds through and through, Grandma says, matched and mated to preserve the bloodlines. Grandma is proud of our heritage. We’ve been here since the early 1600s, she says. 1621 to be exact. The fact that we didn’t come over on the Mayflower in 1620 has always been a sore spot with her, so she hedges on the year.
8 The Curse of the Happy Childhood
I am not unfamiliar with America’s recently discovered phenomenon, that being The Irish Sense of Humor. Thanks to Joey Freeman, the saint who pulled me through algebra, I grew up knowing it as The Jewish Sense of Humor, which Joey defined as the ability to find some levity in anything but most of all adversity. For all I know it was once The Portuguese Sense of Humor or maybe even The Mesopotamian Sense of Humor. I do know it was never The German Sense of Humor, as the Germans, according to Joey, have no sense of humor. However, he did acknowledge that they had that adversity part down pat. “They were carriers.”