June 7th
I begin a journey to meet my nephew for the 1st time
I waited for a taxi in Harlem (named by the Dutch)
After only a few minutes my old student Marco (from Chile) pulled up to me.
I'm amazed I remembered his name, and he eventually remembered me,
although it had been more than three years since we'd seen each other.
He used to take an 8:00 pm class on the Upper West Side back when I had a split schedule.
I actually run into old students in my neighborhood here and there quite a bit
I have a 12 hour layover in Dublin, Ireland, on my way to mainland Europe.
I've arrived at 5 am, or midnight, EST.
Basically, I'm ready to go to bed,
yet I won't be able to do that for another 18 hours.
So I might as well walk around the city.
Grandfather Michael J. Sullivan's wallet
A student recently gave me a nicer one for the holidays when she saw the state of Papa's...
Still, I needed to wear his around Ireland
Next country...
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