Well, I’m not hyperventilating or pulling the covers over my head and refusing to get out of bed. The photo is obviously not from St. Louis (it’s Siena, Italy), but I’m still despondent about what my country decided it wanted to be. Mrs. C and I just decided to visit Ireland in the spring and I could probably get an Irish passport since my grandfather was born there, but that just leads to impractical fantasies. It all makes me think of a quote by the old acerbic journalist, H. L. Mencken. You may know it, but I won’t repeat it here.
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I read that "how to leave the US" was a popular search over at Google. A few of my old Flickr contacts are having a hard time to accept the election result.
I know it; it came up today on my Facebook "memories" dated November 9, 2016.
If I had a closer Irish relative (my great, great grandmother was Irish), I would apply for Irish citizenship. That said, I am happy to be living in Serbia. My homeland is going down the drain.
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