When Irish Eyes are Smiling
Last night I was riding the #2 bus from Franklin and Chicago to the end of the line on Hennepin. I took a seat in the middle of the bus, but as most of the passengers got off at Nicollet, that left only a few of us between Nicollet and Lyndale and I could sort of hear the driver conversing with the riders in the peanut gallery on the subject of singing Irish songs. Continue reading ‘When Irish Eyes are Smiling’
