I can't believe it. Sure when young Guido toul me this mornin' it fair put the heart across me so it did an' me not to the fore as the man said. Feck me it was just like yesterday me an him was stokin' the oul bone fire on the eleventh night and him jokin' that he was gonna throw me on tap a it...well I think he was jokin' anyway. Ahh McKittery even though you were a bitter, twisted, orange hoor ye'll be sore missed so ye will. I'll get the beads out now for a wee novena after a finish this feg.