Following up on my post of last night on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, we went out tonight to an Irish restaurant at Sarah's insistence. (She has developed a taste for potato leek soup and shepherd's pie. It's obviously not in the DNA; Michael Collins Dunn would rather have Hunan and Sarah, born Chang Xiao-chao in Hunan, would rather have Irish. Maybe we switched tastebuds somewhere.) Anyway the place was empty -- it's Tuesday night, and people are feeling the economic pinch, and it's a tad pricey -- so the Irish singers entertaining had only a small audience and were asking for requests. Having just repeated my post about "The Green Fields of France," about WWI, I suggested that as appropriate for Veterans' Day, and they sang it. That's all.
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