Tuesday, July 14, 2026
I don't know if you eat what you've been given, or push it around your plate
I was walking down 57th Street listening to music and weaving through crowds at the golden hour yesterday when this song came on and made me cry.
When I see this it makes me want to go immediately to Ireland. I have only been there twice, but it was a place my father loved. My favorite story about him took place in an Irish pub like this one, where my parents had been until closing time. At the end of the evening, one of their new friends from the town asked my dad if he was Irish on both sides, or just one.
"Actually, I'm the first Irishman in my family," he explained.
And it was true. What you can see in this clip is part of it; it's a place of quiet beauty and brilliant small moments. How lucky he was to see that, to enjoy it, to walk out into the night full of beer and music and love.
