Among the things you can do other than drink this weekend is begin to read or reread Joyce's Ulysses. I don't sit at the bars anymore, but I look in as I walk by. There are maybe eight Irish bars within two blocks of my apartment. The best of them is Molly's where they'll serve pints to a packed house all day tomorrow in glasses not plastic cups. My mother died 44 years ago today.
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