Happy St. Patty’s Day

Here is Carol Noonan’s lovely rendition of Danny Boy. See Stone Mountain’s Web site for the whole story. This was my Dad’s favorite song, dedicated to his Dad, Daniel F. Murphy, whose Irish wake was held in the aunties’ living room overlooking Nantasket Beach. It was the first one I ever attended at the tender age of 13. To Murph, and all the salty corned beef he made in honor of Grampa Dan, who rented out beach chairs at the beach all summer and was some kinda rogue, charmer or crook the rest of the year.