Irish-ness

I can’t technically prove it, but I have been told by relatives above me on both parents’ sides that we have Irish blood.  I don’t know the quantity or ratio of Irish:to the rest of the mixture, but I can testify for certain that the blood that bubbles Irish packs quite a whallop in terms of dominance over the vast majority.  In other words, if we were dealing with paint, instead of blood, where the Irish blood is green, and (for illustrative purposes) the remainder of it is white, the tiniest, most minute droplet of green in this unknown abyss of white of would bring the entire volume to a nice shade of bright kelly green.

Here’s a list of nonscientific reasons why I’m Irish.

• I am extremely fond of Irish Stout
• Most of my favorite musicians tend to be from Ireland.  To name a few…
  • Damien Rice
  • Dropkick Murphys
  • The Frames
  • The Pogues
  • Van Morrison
  • U2
• While I am unable to do it well, I am often struck with an uncontrollable urge to speak with an Irish accent
• After God’s promise to Noah, I always think about pots of gold & leprechauns when I see a rainbow
• I have a strong affinity for a Full Irish Breakfast (minus black pudding and lamb’s liver)