Now that I've got a following in Ireland, I want to tell this story.
Years ago, I was drinking with a friend in an Irish pub in Los Angeles. It was the kind of place that tossed you out if you asked for Bushmills.
That night, right after they passed the collection for the IRA, the storm outside collapsed the roof and enormous amounts of water poured into the pub as we rushed for the exits and our cars. I'd like to be able to understand if that was a sign from God, but I'm a Methodist, and what do we know.