St. Patrick’s Day Mystery Revealed

So why, when I am relieving myself, do I think about being at Ireland’s Cliffs of Moher with my Dad?  

Let’s start with this photo of my upstairs bathroom which I tend to visit more and more frequently as I am reeling in the years (more like reeling FROM the years.)    

I know that you can not make out what the print on the wall is.  That’s  because my interior decorator tends to like small photos with big frames and mats.  I’m sort of partial to it being the other way around, but since this is one of the few things that we really disagree on, I just let it ride.  Besides, she is the one who pays to have this sort of thing done, so who am I to interject my preferences on these matters that don’t really matter.  As a wise philosopher once said “It takes a smart man to know what he doesn’t know.”  And I’m the first to admit that I know nothing about framing and matting things. 

But here then is the print enlarged some so that you can see it better and hence learn the solution to my St. Paddy’s Day Mystery:

That is why I think of my Dad and us visiting the Cliffs every time I am, well I think you know by now what’s going down – literally when I am gazing at this print.

And since I mentioned this tune above, check out Steely Dan doing a live version of it.  (I’m thinking because of T-V time constraints they had to speed it up some, but I think I like it better this way.  A little more speed is good sometimes right?)

And yes, Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Wear your green when you drop into Buzzy’s later today and have one for Buzzy and the Cliffs.