“The way he talked sounded part Yankee, part foreign, like one of those friendly Irish policeman in the old movies: "Ouch, mind you!” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
One night I was standing on Third Avenue playing my guitar, when this big Irish policeman came strolling by, and stopped to listen to my singing and playing. When I was done, he politely handed me a ticket for disturbing… — Frank Stallone Copy Share Image
