The Streets of New York

I fell in love with the city the way most people do I suppose, slowly and unexpectedly. Not at first though. I so overwhelmed by the noise, grit, and grime that I could have pinched myself for spending my hard-wrought vacation days here. Five whole days listening to taxi horns blow, curses in foreign languages… Continue reading The Streets of New York

Irish for the Weekend

I celebrated St Patrick’s Day for the first time in my life this year. With my Irish-American best friend. In Boston. Among the nation’s proudest Irishmen and women. Oh, and Conor McGregor was there too. Not bad for my first time. The idea first came to light when weekend plans for a get-as-far-away-from-work-as-possible trip to… Continue reading Irish for the Weekend