Well, another deck party has come and gone. The weather was perfect, the company was great and of course the beer was marvelous. I'm thinking that next year we need to start a little later in the afternoon so more than just a couple of us feel like sitting around after the sun goes down.
On a downer note Good Rat Patricia has left us for a new life in Milwaukee. If you haven't seen her blog, check it out. I created a link to it along with the other blog links. Word has it that she may be back this way in a month or two and perhaps the Good Rats can gather to hear about the big city.
While I'm saying good bye, here's to Good Rat Ron who will be leaving us soon for the dry side of the state. For those that don't know GR Ron is the one who has helped me keep my sanity these last few years. Some may wonder about that so just image what kind of basket case I would have been without him around. Who knows what the next few years might mean to my well being.
So, as a fare-thee-well to the departed and soon to be, here are the lyrics to an old song written by Shane MacGowan a former member of The Pogues. If you haven't heard it find it on Rhapsody or iTunes and check it out. It's also featured in several episodes (including the series finale) of HBO's The Wire. Which by the way if you have never seen it I think you should. Start with season 1 episode 1 and watch them in order to the end of season 5.
The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead man lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his fathers lay
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
By five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well gone away
There's nothing left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
and they often heard him say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well gone away
There's nothing left to say
With a sláinte Joe and an Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
They're calling out the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA
This morning on the harbour
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well gone away
There's nothing left to say
But to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer
The man of war
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
Prost! my friends...