Folk Songs

I went to see self-proclaimed "Folksinger/Agitator," Anne Feeney tonight.  The connection is mainly through my mom, but I ended up thinking of him a lot.  I was there with one of my dad's closest friends, and I got lots of compliments on my hat-my dad's.  But really, I had to fight back tears as she sang her one Irish song of the night.  It took me back to my dad's pub and when he would have his performers there-of which she was one, way back in the day.  Between her Irish Lass accent, and her amazing expressions, I felt like I was sitting in my dad's pub-drinking O'Douls.  She made a point to tell me "how much fun he was."  The past tense just sucks.