|Jeff and his son Ben (pictured with Rose) discovered that getting to know the locals in Dingle was more fun than searching for the perfect pint of Guinness.|
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Searching for the perfect pint of Guinness and finding Rose instead
My son and I did a week in Ireland looking for the perfect pint of Guinness (never found it) and good Celtic music. One afternoon we wandered into a quintessential Irish pub called Dick Macks. The patrons were spread out over several rooms, each with a peat fire. Rose (a local woman in her sixties or seventies) was playing the piano. When I told her my son Ben (age 28) played the piano, she said to him, "Then sit your fat arse down and play." After a couple of songs, I told her he played the guitar much better than the piano. She said "My son has a guitar and if you'll wait 10 minutes, I'll run home and get it." She did and my son played some songs for the folks, none of which Rose recognized. I then took the guitar and played "Country Roads" and "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?" Rose loved it! After she found out I also knew "Danny Boy," she asked me if I was married. I told her that I had been married 35 years to my son's mother. She made me promise if I ever got divorced to come back and see her. Great fun!
— Jeff in Hickory, NC
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