Goodby Ginger

Yesterday evening, Leslie and I attended a lovely Irish wake for Ginger, a friend and neighbor who has been ailing for some time.

We toasted her at sunset and it was a beautiful sunset at that.

There was good food and a wonderful musician named Paul, who played a variety of instruments and has played with both the Chieftains and Flogging Molly, not quite sure of his name. Castellanos?

Ron and Ginger's adobe ranch was beautiful, filled with relatives and close friends.

This wake was done right. I had a sip of red wine, Leslie had an ice cold Guinness, said that it tasted terrific.

Quite a family those Allison's, top to bottom.