Last night I took a stroll down the streets of West Chester with a friend. We were carefree and light hearted as we walked up and down the brick streets of the community that contains lots of history, architectural beauty and character. For both of us it had been a week of closure in our work in many ways so there was this tone of celebration that was in order.
As we assessed our options, we found ourselves inside of a rustic Irish Pub. It was early so it was quaint and quiet. I relied on my friend who has experienced Ireland first hand to help us select the food and beverages that matched the restaurant and the theme for the evening.
As chaos started to build around us, we were quite oblivious that we were the oldy goldies in a college town establishment. For most people of our age, that would have been the cue to continue on our way. For us, it was the celebration we had planned. The auburn hair was a true sign of my Irish descent and the Irish spirit of my friend helped to digress to a time when we to were spirited college kids. For me, it brought back great memories that there is much life left to live and there's truth in the phrase having "The luck of the Irish".
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