Night Out

I found this great little folk music pub called The Royal Oak. I went there last night to enjoy some conversation and dig around a little. It just so happens I met a fiddler from Indiana. She asked me where I was from, and I gave here my usual synopsis of my origins and studies etc. When she hears "Berea" she asks, "I have a friend who goes there. Jack Krack, do you know him?" I replied "Maybe, doesn't he play basketball?" Just then, the eighty year old fiddler in the corner gets fed up with a rowdy thirty year old and invites him outside to "do the man dance." The old fiddler proceeds to bloody the man, then return to his music while the cops come and take the other fella away.
I have found my headquarters for the month.

My wee little city

After a week in the hip hostel above Belushi's Bar, I am now living in a more private residence. Truth be told, I'm living in the upstairs of a house owned by a lovely retired nurse by the name of Miss McInnes. I have two dogs and three cats and I love them all. I take that back. The fat, black cat is a jerk who thinks my bed should be his. My address, for those who wish to write, is:

12 Backlee
Howden Hall, Liberton
EH166YH
Edinburgh, Scotland

It takes about seven days for mail to travel, so here's an idea - YOU send ME a postcard.
Now, here are some pictures of my new city.

Fireworks

Men in skirts marching through town? Must be Berea! No offense booger...

My Hostel.

The city is built around this crazy Castle.

who is that on the TV

I was doing the tourist thing and visiting Fort Charles when I spotted a guest register. I took a little look and what did I see? Apparently a Mr. Clay Goodpasture signed the book and noted how much he loves BP gas. The only problem is this man seems to be Canadian. I have so many questions.

FREEDOM!!!

Well folks and such. I made it to Scotland. After two days of living in a hostel located above a bar named after the blues brothers, I managed to rent a room from a sweet Scottish lady who owns a golden retriever. I love my new dog. I will soon take and post pictures of Edinburgh, which is one of the coolest cities I have ever seen. However, I have bits and pieces left from my last bit in Ireland that I would like to share.


Laura came for a visit, and thanks to camera timers, I have a picture of us on Fort Charles.


Here is Laura after kissing the Blarney Stone, which bestows the kisser with the gift of gab. If you could see the entire view you would notice a long line of women waiting to kiss the stone and a long line of husbands looking for the nearest pub.


The window of the young ladies bedroom is barred to prevent dramatic suicides.


No castle is complete without a sacrificial alter in a faerie circle.

Milestone

Well folks, I'm just a little over two months old in the blog universe and I see a little over 1000 hits. If you subtract the 940 of those that are just me checking for comments, it averages out to be at least one a day. It makes me feel warm to know my friends take a little time to see what I'm doing. Since october is blowing in I can use all the warm I can get. Please continue to say a word or two in the comment section. Unless you want to tell me about a great website you have for prescription drugs.
Remember, if I get an address, you get a postcard. Even if you are someone I've never met who just happens to work with my brother.