I'm.... Going to ClevelandNo. Not really. But damn that's a great song. Those Mountain Goats, John Darnielle makes me want to go to Cleveland. And Georgia. And Kansas. And Jamaica. and Japan. And East Rutherford. And San Diego. And all the others. But I wish he had a song about Going to Denmark and Going to Ireland, because for the next few weeks, that's where I'll be.
First up, Denmark, where we're going to one of my oldest and best friend's weddings. David introduced me to Blogger way, way back when (Netbelly represent, yo!). But even better, he introduced me to my best friend and beautiful wife Harper. I'm psyched to see him again, as I rarely get to anymore, and thrilled to finally meet Anu and his little girl. The one thing I'm worried about is how my feet will fit into those wooden shoes they all wear over there.
After that it's off to Ireland (where as previously noted you can sponsor my Guinness fund). My grandfather, who died long before I was born, came to the States from Ireland. I've never been, but I'm looking forward to going and meeting some extended family members there. From my understanding, when he and his brother and sisters came over, there was no economic opportunity there at all. But in the 1990s it grew into a Celtic Tiger, and a high-tech center in Europe. The little town he grew up in--indeed on the site of the very farm where he was raised--now sports a Greg Norman golf course. Crazy.
And so we're off, today, leaving on a jet plane. Yeehaw. And as when we went to Asia, I thought it would be neat to send postcards back to anyone who wants one.
If that's you, drop me a line at mhonan+postcards @ gmail.com. It's very important that you use the +postcards part of that address. Very. Important.
See you soon.
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