The cards I had printed with the title of my book, the address for the blog was perfect. My email address had the wrong letter. It should read firstname.lastname@example.org. The printer used an ‘i’ for the ‘l’, but I didn’t feel like going back to wait and watch another horror movie, so I just accepted them and when I hand them out, I change the ‘l’ to an ‘i’, and that alone gets conversation going.
I met someone today who owns race horses and I’ll post that story in a few weeks.
This morning I attempted to change two $100 bills and was turned down at the bank. “No bank in Ireland will change your bills,” said a man who seemed to enjoy telling me that. He said there is no control over if the bills are counterfeit. However, he did tell me of a travel agent about one mile away who probably would change them for me, so off I went down the mall, passing screaming music, and many shoppers. I’m telling you, some people in this world have money to spend. I have noticed in the stores they are having lots of sales, and 3 items for 2 euro deals.
Anyway it was a change making business and an information center I found, and immediately got some euros, which went right away to lunch on the top floor of a department store. Dublin has many department stores which remind me of Ford’s old store in Watsonville, or Holman’s in Pacific Grove, the Denver Dry Goods or Daniels and Fishers Tower. Ah, the good old days when you could shop and have lunch in a nice upstairs restaurant with all of your packages at your side.
By the way, the noisy Germans have left the building, as I will myself tomorrow. I’ll be picked up by Peter Lyons to stay at his and his wife’s house for three days in Dublin. It’s most interesting how I found these folks, but that’s a story for tomorrow.