Theres an old irish phrase " Old unhappy, half forgotten things" I didn't understand it until I watched an orangeman and a PHRASECENSOREDPOSTERSHOULDKNOWBETTER. get into it in of all places a sushi bar in Little Tokyo Los Angeles on the anniversary of the Battle of the Boyne. I yelled at them both in my best John Wayne imitation " Can't a man eat his california roll anywhere without you lace curtain commandoes spoiling my wasabe with Belfast confetti?" In spite of my families PHRASECENSOREDPOSTERSHOULDKNOWBETTER. background, I was always reminded we came here for a reason, and my anglican priest in private school taught me his irish history. History is important. But we are supposed to move on. So, from the sun setting over cinqo de mayo day parties and drivebye shootings in East L.A. and masses for Bobby Sands by the california celtic twilight lairds- let slick willie fade away. <img src="/images/graemlins/smirk.gif" alt="" />