I realize nothing clears out a living room like an offer to share vacation pictures. Still, if you’ll indulge me, Jenny and I had the privilege of meeting my parents and sister in the motherland, Ireland.
I unplugged for the entire week, though the terror in Boston stayed on nearly every television in Ireland. More than 125 runners with Irish passports took part in the Boston Marathon, and of course, Boston is a city full of Irish-Americans. One of those Irish-Americans in Boston is my lifelong best friend, John. He’s a police officer, and his wife, Stacey, helps with the Marathon. Both John and Stacey, we learned, are fine.
For those still with me, the vacation slide show, complete with captions.