So, good story about The Wild River. About 20 years ago my family was visiting my brother in Boston. We go to a Saturday Red Sox game and pre-game down by Fenway.
We take off early, get off the T and make the walk and stop at this basement level bar by the BU campus. Turns out it's a BU Hockey bar that was straight up Irish.
We're the only people in the place except for the bartender. Place is quite except the bartender has his radio on, playing a local station thate is pure traditional Irish music, kind of like how KLEM in LeMars, IA would play polka on the weekends for us Germans.
So, The Irish Rover comes on and both my mother and I start belting it out singing along. She looks at me and asks "how do you know this song?". I reply that I've heard it from the Dropkick Murphy's.
Bartender, who is a straight up Mick and probably personal friends with Whitey Bulger, just laughs, shakes his head, and gets us another round. How about that? An entire German family belting out The Wild River in some dive Irish BU Terrier bar in Boston. Bet he got a kick out of it.
One of those moments you think about when your parents get older and there's less time in front of you than behind you. Never forget that.
