I discovered a few years ago I’m Irish. My father died when I was nine months old and I was never close to that side of the family. My grandmother recently passed away – my father’s mother – and being as I am the last person in the family to have the last name I had to attend. I met the family historian and was stunned to learn our family was mostly Irish. I was stunned because I never saw anyone in my family who looked Irish.
But this explains a lot really. The year before last on St. Patrick’s day I got pulled over on my motorcycle. I hit the freeway early that morning, the road was empty, and I went for it. A mile up the road while I was well over 100mph was the only car in sight – a cop. He pulled me over, yet somehow I managed to walk away with only a warning. And on St. Patrick’s day of this year I started my new job working for the man.
Which brings me to Next Door Nikki and this picture…..
Yes, me being Irish is just lucky. And other things!
