I may have my Irish grandmother’s nose, but in every other physical aspect, I resemble Captain Anton P Pristo, ret. He was in the US Army Corp of Engineers, and landed in the second wave of troops at Normandy.
He passed away five years ago. I’ll have his picture up when I get home.
The best part–other than Shannon’s soldiering through the entire affair–were the five new songs they played. Everything about the night was awesome: The tickets were reasonable, the beer did not have a high North Side Tax and the opening act, the The Jai-Alai Savant rocked.
This blog post marks the end of my fan-boy giggling. I’m going to go pretend to be an adult for eight hours.