Just for a more cheerful note in my Philadelphia postings: there was an Irish festival, on the riverfront, which we attended Sunday evening.
I had included a nice picture of young ladies, from some school of Irish traditional dance, performing on the stage. But now I’ve decided, reluctantly, to remove that picture: I didn’t of course get any releases to use the image, and ethically I shouldn’t broadcast it. (Not that a million people are likely to see it on this wildly popular website!). So, goodbye to a very nice photo…
I’ll just recall a few lines from an old song:
Oh the days of the Kerry dancing,
Oh the ring of the piper’s tune;
Oh for one of those hours of gladness,
Gone, alas! like our youth too soon.
We sat beside a family (a couple with their grown son) who wore green “Fishtown” tshirts. When I asked, they told me that was their neighborhood, not far from where we were sitting. Fishtown must inspire a lot of local pride: the shirts had printed on the back:
Irish by Heritage,
Catholic by Choice,
Fishtown by the Grace of God