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With St. Patrick’s Day approaching, a couple of my own “Irish” experiences came to mind.
Right after college, I moved to New York City to try and see if I could “make it” on Broadway. And while my professional theater career never won me any awards, there were a couple of times when it came in pretty handy.
I was walking down Eighth Avenue late one night, and just happened to be in front of one of the many Irish pubs there when three punks, close to my own age, decided I was a good target for a mugging.
They stopped me on the sidewalk, and the one in the middle stated quite clearly, “What’choo...
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