1987. joshua tree tour. and absolute silliness. so silly that i laugh every time i think about it. still it was a great show. i still have the t-shirt minus the sleeves.
it's that time of year again. st. paddy's day is just around the corner and i'll be in the city to watch that wondrous parade of ruddy cheeked red-haired men in their kilts playing the pipes. the bars will be packed to the gills with "happy" people but i'll head for home and have a drink and give a toast from my sad little beat up couch. why? because i've always felt a connection to these folk... even if my people come from way closer to the equator and tan better. maybe it was the early introduction to irish men....(high school and college) and then after college too. irish men have brought me immense happiness, loneliness, anger, and laughter. dark, brooding, gorgeous or blond, blue-eyed, dazzling... smart, shy, readers, great storytellers, and purty darned good in bed.
here's a toast to You! Crazy Irish Men:
May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent
(franny holds a guinness complete with a shamrock designed in the head)