It was fun. Seems the nephew could play drums, and his wife was a damn fine fiddle player and singer.

We had played mostly traditional songs, and during a break Robbie, the drummer, bitched.

"Could we play something that I can actually stay awake for all the way through?"

I put down my pipes and picked up my accordion, whispering to Dave and Tony. I asked Molly(how Irish is that? She even had red hair)if she knew the piece. She instantly lit up.

"Count it off, Robbie."

Salty Dog, by Flogging Molly. It was fast, loud, and a ball to play. We were a little rough at first, but by...