A Tribute to my Cousin Ian

I once knew a boy who had a tattoo on his shoulder, proclaiming his access to the “Luck of the Irish.” He decided it was a great tribute to his heritage, until a confused cousin informed him that they were not Irish but Scottish. They consulted their elder relatives of several generations who did indeed conclude that the family was as Scottish as Robert the Bruce. He was angry with his mother who, he claimed, had always told him he was of Irish decent. He remained quite upset until his Dad told him that he thought, perhaps, just maybe, he had a great grandfather who might be Irish. This appeased him for a while. Who knows the difference anyway, really?

True Story.