Don’t it?
Been awhile since I have passed along any photos, so sit back and check out this mixed bag of people and places that I have recently stashed on my iPhone. (Ironic isn’t it that with all the texting, internetting and taking of photos, using the iPhone to actually make or receive a phone call may be one of the least uses of it for some folks? I am pretty sure that is true for me.)
I thought about how attached we have become to our phones when I saw this group of folks at a bus stop in Dublin. My first thought when I saw them was that the majority of them were passing their time waiting by fooling around with their phones.
However, when I enlarged the photo and looked closer, I saw that of the 18 folks in the photo, only 6 were actually preoccupied with their phones. (Why do I find myself focusing mostly on the old dude with the overcoat and tie and wondering what the hell was he up to?)
Here is a photo I took yesterday of a couple of nice ladies visiting Buzzy’s Country Store.
They told me how they had met many years ago when the two of them were working for the National Park Service in Denali, Alaska. They have stayed in contact thru the years with Molly now living in Richmond and here visiting Katherine who lives in Oakville. I always tease these out-of-town-visitors “Wow, you’re from out of town and they brought you to Buzzy’s, I am very honored.”
Here are some photos of our cousins’ reunion last Sunday at Lorraine’s home. (My thanks to Brian Barnhill for letting me overwork him by having him mind the Store while I partied away the afternoon with my family.)
From the Say-It-Ain’t-So file, I am sorry to report that Monk’s Inn will no longer be open to public. Recall awhile back (click here) I did a Buzzyblog post on how Monks was being converted into a Church.
Well, now the former store/bar/church is being converted into three apartments.
When it became a Church, I thought that that was a pretty cool usage of it as in Monk’s Inn had died and gone to heaven. I’m not sure how I feel about it now being converted into apartments. Oh well, as they say – the only thing permanent is change.
Music-wise I’ll leave you with this video I made of the owner of Foley’s Pub in Inch Beach, Ireland entertaining us following our luncheon there.
