Ill-Conceived Journalism is the Best Medicine
From nola.com
Two doors down on Burdette Street, Noel Reid, 73, weathered the onslaught from his bedroom, located on the north side of his wooden shotgun double.
“I heard the glass shattering and the walls started moving,” said Reid, a retired Irishman who teaches Irish dancing at a neighborhood studio. “The first thing I looked for was me fiddle. I was glad to see it was OK.”
Was the second thing he looked for his box of Lucky Charms?


It was his shillelagh and a pint of Guiness, actually.
“…a retired Irishman…”
I was thinking about being an Irishman for a living for a while, but then I decided to be an Italian instead…
In today’s modern world, most people switch nationalities up to four times. Gone are the days of holding a nationality for life.