First off: I don’t hate all Irish people. When I meet an Irish person, I don’t have any feelings one way or another. Irishness has no moral content for me. But for twenty-five years, I hated the Irish. It’s because the Provisional Irish Republican Army—not an army; a band of alcoholic terrorists—nearly killed my brother…
A note to prospective burglars
November 14, 2013
One of the cute little tricks burglars use is to read obituaries and then hit the house when the owners are attending the funeral and reception. Couple of points I’d like to make. One: I can’t attend Mom’s funeral and reception. I’m going to be home. The Meniere’s is getting worse, either permanently or situationally,…