Saints man was good people. Frig. 49????
19 days older than me.
There's something to be said about the people here who participate pretty much at face value. There are very, very, few of them. I know I'm not one. Saints man was.I'm going to offer this, hopefully you understand it not as a "look at me" moment but as a "that resonates with my feeling" moment. I lived in Ireland for six months in 2006. In 2009, I returned for a bachelor party. I went to the bar where I had been a regular, and had a grand old time. At one point we started trading 2006 stories - remember when we played rugby with Shane's shoe?, remember when we locked Connor out at 1230 that night?, etc. I don't remember the particular story but someone said, cheers to Mike Donahue. And I happily asked, hey where IS Mike?! Of course, the room went silent, and they told me he died in a house fire the year before. And the thing is, I didn't know Mike well, but I knew who he was. He was one of the guys at the bar who always said hello. Always gave me the nod and lifted his drink to acknowledge me. All told, we probably only had four substantive conversations, how ya been, he would ask about my schooling, I would ask about his work as an electrician. I guess the point is, there is something so sweet about being from away and having someone who is local acknowledge you. That's what makes a community. Saints man was one of those. Face value, welcome in. Lifted his drink to say hey. Part of the reason why this place is special. I can't say I got a personal message from him, but I didn't really need to. Him just being him was ... yeah.Cheers Ralph. Godspeed.