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199     Some Signs Encountered on the Road of Life

3/26/2021

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I did some rearrangement of some of the furnishings in my office/den/library not long ago because I needed a bit more shelf space for my library of books “I can’t bear to be without.”  Okay, I’m probably guilty of channeling my mother, the librarian, who was also the daughter of an English Lit. professor.  But I have to admit that my all too vast collection of books, plays, etc. has made my “COVID confinement” MUCH more bearable than it would have been otherwise.  Anyway, after adjusting the placement of some things (and assembling some more shelves), I find I now have a place for the sign Bonnie gave me a while back.  (See below.)
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THAT got me to thinking that it’s been a while since I did a post about signs, so I thought I’d see what I had filed away….
 
This isn’t really a “sign,” I suppose, but seeing it in front of a house in our neighborhood last Yule season made me laugh, so I wanted to share it.  Anybody need a gnome?

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As I have confessed that I am fond of fish and chips, I suppose that it’s no real surprise that I enjoyed this sign when I saw it.
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I suppose one might find this sign on any college campus bulletin board, but it did make me think, then laugh.  Perhaps you’ll find it amusing, as well.
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Ya kinda, haveta think about this one a bit, as well.
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Just think about it.  If it doesn’t make you laugh, I’d be surprised.
 
Other signs make me think, but I don’t always achieve understanding.  Here’s an example:
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If you understand this, please explain it to me.  I’d really appreciate it a lot.
 
Speaking of signs which make one think.  How’s this one?
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Other examples of “sign confusion include this one.  Did I call for a cop, or for someone to mow my grass?
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On the other hand, anyone who has ever tried to read a hand-written prescription would understand this one:
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And, finally, perhaps the greatest wisdom of the Western world.
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Just ask any cat owner.  Don’t ask their CAT, they lie!  (Preferably in the sun.)
 
I expect to return to this theme again, sometime, but I think that’s quite enough of this for now.
 
LLAP,
 
Dr. B​
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198     St. Patrick’s Day’s a Comin’

3/10/2021

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I see from the calendar that St. Patrick’s Day is fast approaching!  That, of course, is the day when EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD claims that they are, really, truly Irish deep in their souls, no matter how obvious it may be that the closest they ever got to Ireland was a fake, plastic clover.  Now, as best I have been able to determine, I am largely of English and Irish extraction with, probably, more Irish than English.  Still, it’s not like I’m positive, as I am making guesses based on the rather extensive work my sister has done on our family’s genealogy.  That has provided a good deal of information as to the names on the family tree and some dates: marriages, births, deaths, etc.
 
She has also shared with me her DNA-based data from Ancestry and 23andme which is NOT in complete agreement as to specific ethnographic heritage.  Here one has to question how accurate the specific conclusions from any one source can be.  Both, however, do suggest strongly that the largest component is Irish.  Both also seem to agree that the rest of our genetic makeup is dominantly English, but with some “European,” (French and German, with some Scandinavian and a touch of Iberian also present).  And, of course, it’s true that the DNA examined is from my sister.  So, while I have no reason to think that there’s any problem with that, I suppose that one should never claim total surety in such things.  In any event, I’m satisfied that the probability of our DNA being pretty darn similar is quite high, and this isn’t a “scientific” tome in any event.
 
What this says to me is that I seem to have at least SOME genuine claim to having at least SOME Irish ancestry.  Normally, of course, I don’t see anything special about that, although I have enjoyed Irish “folk-type” music since I was going through my “folkie” period in the late-Fifties to mid-Sixties.  None of this is particularly relevant to anything except that I don’t wish to be accused of anti-Irish sentiments if I have some fun with “Irish” humor.  After all, Sheridan, the author of The Rivals and The School for Scandal, who may be thought of as English, was actually born in Dublin and described his homeland as the land of “happy wars and sad love songs,” which is certainly born out in traditional Irish music.  Anyway, in honor of the approaching of St. Patrick’s Day, here is a bit a humor which relates to the Irish.
 
For some reason, the vast majority of “Irish” jokes have to do with drinking.  Now, I am only making an observation, but here are a few which I have enjoyed.
 
I’m not suggesting that Irish priests drink, but…


An Irish priest was driving down to New York for the St. Patrick's Day parade and got stopped for speeding in Connecticut.
The state trooper smelled alcohol on the priest's breath and then saw an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car, so he asked the priest, "Sir, have you been drinking?"
"Just water," said the priest.
"Then why do I smell wine?"
The priest looked at the bottle, picked it up, sniffed it and said, "Good Lord! He's done it again!"
 
Still, the Irish ARE known for having more than an occasional tipple.
 
Two men were sitting next to each other at O’Reilly’s Pub in London.  After a while, one bloke looks at the other and says, “I can’t help but think, from listening to you, that you’re from Ireland.”

The other bloke responds proudly, “Yes, that I am!”

The first one says, “So am I! And where about from Ireland might you be?” 
 
The other bloke answers, “I’m from Dublin, I am.”

The first one responds, “So am I!”   “Mother Mary, faith and begorrah.  And what street did you live on in Dublin?”

The other bloke says, “A lovely little area it was.  I lived on McCleary Street in the old central part of town.”

The first one says, “And it’s a small world, isn’t it?  So, did I!  So, did I!  And to what school would you have been going?”

The other bloke answers, “Well now, I went to St. Mary’s, of course.”   The first one gets really excited and says, “And so did I.  Tell me, what year did you graduate?”

The other bloke answers, “Well, now, let’s see.  I graduated in 1964.”

The first one exclaims, “The Good Lord must be smiling down upon us!  I can hardly believe our good luck at winding up in the same place tonight.  Can you believe it, I graduated from St. Mary’s in 1964 my own self!”

About this time, Vicky, a regular patron walks up to the bar, sits down and orders a drink.  Brian, the barman, walks over to her, shaking his head and mutters, “It’s going to be a long night tonight.”

She asks, “Why do you say that, Brian?”

“The Murphy twins are drunk again.”
 
I’ve also noticed that the Irish can’t seem to resist having a laugh, or two, even at the expense of their nuns.  Here’s an example which isn’t too risqué.
 
The wise old Mother Superior from County Tipperary was dying. 

The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her comfortable. 

They gave her some warm milk to drink, but she refused it.  One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen.

Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk. 

Back at Mother Superior's bed, she held the glass to her lips.  Mother Superior drank a little, then a little more. Before they knew it, she had drunk the whole glass down to the last drop. 

"Mother," the nuns pleaded, "Please give us some wisdom before you pass." 

She raised herself up in bed with a pious look on her face and said: "Don't sell that cow."
 
I am quite fond of a “local” pub here in Omaha known as the “Brazen Head.”  Here’s their logo:
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It is named for what is said to be the oldest pub in Ireland, dating to 1198 A.D. (or, more correctly nowadays C.E.)  I confess that I am attracted to it mostly because they do really great Fish and Chips and a variety of other Irish dishes.  Combine that with draft Guinness and you have a combination which I find hard to beat.  Of course, I haven’t been there in over a year because of COVID, but I’m certainly looking forward to getting back to our occasional dinners there.  In any case, one time when we were there, I noticed a picture on the wall which I liked a lot.
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While I have to admit that while I don’t drink much and never have, if I’m going to drink, I prefer Guinness to just about anything else.  I will drink the odd glass of wine or Budweiser when it seems socially necessary for the occasion, but Guinness is my usual choice, even it generally requires an occasion beyond the usual.  Still, I’ve always had questions about how “religious” a holiday St. Patrick’s really is.
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Actually, most of the time, I find myself more likely to follow Snoopy’s example:
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After all, a good root beer is ALMOST as much of a treat as a Guinness!  
 
Speaking of being sober, St. Patrick was credited with have driven all of the snakes out of Ireland.  I suspect there are SOME of the Irish who could wish he had done so with the English, but I’m not going to go there, being (partly) English myself.  Still, I have, on occasion, wondered if St. Patrick had any regrets….
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While I think about it; corned beef and cabbage isn’t truly Irish at all, although it’s widely associated with St. Paddy’s Day.  Actually, it’s an “Irish-American” substitute for the more traditional (and authentic) bacon and cabbage.  Who knew?
 
This isn’t really an “Irish” joke, as it could be told about anyone from anywhere, but this is the way I heard it.

 
Seamus opens the newspaper and is shocked to see his OWN obituary.
 
In a panic, he phones his friend and asks: “Did you see the paper?  They say I died!”
 
The friend replies: “Yes, I saw it!  So, where ya calling from?”
 
Then, there’s this one, which clearly REQUIRES an Irish frame of reference:
 
What do you call an Irishman sitting on a couch?  "Paddy O'Furniture."
 
For some reason which I have never been able to figure out, anyone NOT wearing Kelly Green on St. Patrick’s Day is supposed to be pinched, while anyone who IS, is supposed to be kissed.  I’ve not been able to figure how this notion got mixed up with a celebration in honor of the patron saint of Ireland, but there it is.  Anyway, this has led to all sorts of cute variations, of which THIS (below) is a favorite of mine.
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I don’t know if this is really supposed to be Yoda or “the child,” but I find it amusing.
 
Have a great St. Patrick’s Day!
 
As Arnold says, “I’ll be back!”
 
LLAP,
 
Dr. B
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