Go Ahead, Ignore Me

Go ahead, ignore me. I'm used to it on the ONT. Don't mean nothing, right? Everybody's floating along.

Listening to McAlpine's Fusiliers.

Never could understand the Irish language. But I hung out at Irish bars in Chicago.

I'm English and some German, they tell me. My sainted Irish mother-in-law tolerated me, fortunately.

My wife and her kin are Irish, with (we think) a Chilean grandfather - Chicago "dark" Irish. My children are... great. We're all Okies, now.

(Looking for more music videos upthread.)