“Brian didn’t even know he was Irish until he met me” Tim Wantland

Tim was partially right. Although my choir director buddy Allen Bean from Good Shepard Episcopal Church and I went to O’ Tooles and sat frequently at the booth with the McGuire family crest on our weekly sojourn to the pub in Richmond, VA after choir practice- it wasn’t until about 2004 when I joined the band with Timmy that I fully embraced my heritage.

Tim would have loved the bells and smells mass today as we celebrated his life. One of our two girl singers in our band was the Cantor and not only did we do St. Patrick’s Breastplate as the processional, but she did a solo Celtic blessing in Gaelic and another in Latin. Provincially the article I sent to the paper weeks ago was printed today as was the re opening of our favorite pub ( the two owners -one in a fireman’s kilt - and my favorite bartender are in the pics shown). I couldn’t have ever anticipated a better celebration of my very best friends life! A long tearful celebratory day.

OOTD

Black linen blazer

Orvis Waxed Cotton blackwatch waste coat

White silk pocket square

Black silk tie

Grey flannel trousers

Black Byford OTC socks

J Fitzpatrick captoes

1949’s Bulova Watch.

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