By Jim Hagarty
This is a true story.
It might seem like it wouldn’t be true. But it is.
In 1995, a friend and I were driving along a road in Ireland when it was time to start looking for a B&B for the night. We liked to stay in villages and towns so we’d have somewhere to walk in the evenings after we were settled.
I saw a sign and trying to be helpful, suggested a possible destination.
“What about Tipperary?” I asked.
My friend got out the big road map, spread it across her lap and studied it carefully. And then, in a response that will live on in Hagarty lore for many generations, she replied: “I don’t know. It’s a long way.”
I responded, “It’s a long way to Tipperary?” and a second or two passed before the realization of what she had said washed over her and her face turned redder than a freckled Irish lad’s hair.
Of course, I never remind her of the incident.
Who could be so callous?
