as I've said, my family seems to have maybe an Irish way about them where some of the worst tragedies for most folks in life are enjoyed, and often the enjoyments that most folks have in life are analyzed, critically. and my parents wonder why I'M a critic often.
so as for the good times: wakes: we seem like the only people to admit to enjoying them. and not just stereotypical Irish ones with drinking, singing, dancing. but almost all wakes, because let's face it, as we age it's the most likely place to have a face to face reunion. our family would come back from one and say in truth "we had a good time". of course it's all appropriate: my namesake itself is most famous in Joyce's Finnegans Wake, a name taken from a comic Irish song about having a good crack (Irish lingo: good time) at Finnegan's wake. by the way my friends used to think i was inappropriate at wakes but then they would have a blast. and of course never give me credit for being right.
my mother goes further: in getting the NY Times, the first section she would always go to: obituaries. and she wasn't looking for rent controlled apartments in Manhattan. she was actually ahead of the trend: she was enjoying the concise biography before the late 90s when they were so in vogue: Behind the Music, A and E Biography, E true Hollywood story. she also loved a good cemetery like at Sleepy hollow.
so the good stuff: wakes, obituaries, cemeteries. next, the bad stuff: girlfriends, comedy, personal enjoyment
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