Sunday, August 2, 2009

Lo and Behold

My mother's birthday and serendipitously an Irish afternoon.
She'd've been in a catbird seat taking in the scene at O'Connor's.
A benefit held for local musician turned out healthy crowd.
Tuneful cadre presented toward goes around gets along.

Brian and the Biffos. Robyn fiddling.
Another splendid example of "Practice, practice, practice."


Brazen Heads with a little syncopatious enthusiasm.
Ah... some great gift ideas for Mom!


Glad to see and hear BrĂ­d Dower. In fine fettle, she was.
Her music such a delight; it's perfectly calming and a comfort.


The spread. The hover. The plunge.
The Celts invented bowls.


Closely, the Irishry in me comes maternally, you see.
Much lovey dovey; mistemper'd weapons to the ground.

Did I mention the DBacks defeated them Metsies?
(Only circa 20 games behind LA... it can be done!)
"The trick is growing up without growing old."
We knew that.

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