The Irish Just Know How To Say It
As the grandson of Irish immigrants I loved listening to my grandfather tell stories. Grandpa spoke in a deep Irish brogue with delightful, strange inflections. His sentences always ended on a higher note than they began. But what I loved most was the illustrative way he used words to make a point. One summer while we were visiting my grandparents in Soap Lake, Washington, Dad … Continue reading The Irish Just Know How To Say It