My Irish Eyes Are Smiling

Sláinte Mhath!

Yes, add Irish to the list of what I’m made of. Pooch (paternal) was an ornery Irish-Canadian who made his way south to Minnesota. I don’t have too many standout memories of him. I remember walking into a warm house heated with a wooden stove and he would be there with Mummi. Pooch was a man of few words when it came to me. Sitting in a rocking chair, whittling wood, and chewing tobacco when the weather was -6 degrees outside. That’s really all I remember. I wonder what he would say if he knew I was famous? Cheers! Please don’t drink and drive.

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