The Adventures of Accordion Guy in the 21st Century

See on Fowler Avenue in Tampa. Photo by Yours Truly. Click to see at full size.

Seriously, what more could you want?

Here’s the Garfield for today, Thursday, March 23, 2017:

Thanks to Mike van de Water for the find!

Jon’s (he’s Garfield’s hapless human) love of the accordion has been a running gag in Garfield for a long time…

I once cancelled a date after being told the exact same thing! I have my pride:

Here are the rest. Enjoy!

I always bring my accordion when I’m out for a beer — the accordion has proven time and again that it’s a machine that magically transforms music into free drinks. Last Saturday, I was out for beer along with anachronistic fun at Tampa’s Bay Area Renaissance Festival with Anitra:

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While at the festival, we made sure to catch the Gulfport-based Irish-American band The Jackdaws’ performance on the Pirate Pub stage. At one point, their guitarist, Whiplash, saw the accordion at my feet and said “Hey, an accordion in the audience! Do you know how to play that thing?”

“Yes, I do!” I replied, and that’s when he extended an invitation to join them on stage for a number.

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After giving me a quick rundown of the chords to Three Gypsies — D minor and A major — we launched into the number, where they kindly gave me a solo in the middle. At the end, they led the audience in a rousing cheer of “Joey! Joey! Joey!”:

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To thank them, and because they’re great musicians, I bought their CDs at the end of the performance. My thanks to The Jackdaws — Courtney, Roxy, and Whiplash — for letting me join them onstage!

For starters, you’re turning the feast day of St. Patrick into a holiday for amateur drinkers. You’re also ruining perfectly good whiskey, beer, and liquor by mixing them together and chugging them like an idiot.

Worse still, it trivializes the violence and death of The Troubles by turning it into a drinking game. That’s about as respectful people in Ireland celebrating their biggest drinking day of the year by downing two flaming shots called the “the twin towers”. Don’t do it.

Two ages of Yours Truly, San Juan, Batangas, Philippines, March 2016.
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Pictured above is Yours Truly, standing beside my baby picture, which is mounted on a wall at our family home in San Juan, Batangas province, in the Philippines. Isn’t it screamingly obvious that I’m of Irish-American descent?

It’s true. I’m a direct descendant of one of the men pictured in the photo below, which would’ve been taken in the early 1900s, somewhere in Ohio:

O’Hara gentlemen, somewhere in Ohio, sometime in the early 1900s.
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Pay attention to the striking gentleman in the back row, third from the left. Here he is, in a solo photo:

James O’Hara, sometime in the early 1900s.
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His name was James O’Hara, and he’s my great-grandfather. Sharp-lookin’ fella, too.

After the Spanish-American War, the Philippines was annexed by the United States, and there was a call for Americans to bring their skills to the newly-acquired territory. One kind of skilled worker they wanted was teachers, and James, who was a teacher with a sense of adventure — remember, the kind of information he’d be able to get about the Philippines or Asia in general would’ve been rather scant — signed up to make the trip across half the U.S. by land, followed by one across the Pacific Ocean on a ship.

If his plans were to do a short stint and return to the States with stories to tell, they were changed when he met a woman who would eventually become my great-grandmother…

Great-grampa and great-grandma at their wedding, Philippines, early 1900s.
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…but he stayed, eventually settling in the city of Antipolo, a city 26 kilometers (16 miles) east of Manila. One of his children, Marietta, would become my grandmother, and in the early 1980s, we’d take her to catch up with our Irish-American relatives in Ohio:

Aunt Janis, grandma, Uncle Clayton, Dayton, Ohio, summer 1983.
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That’s grandma in the middle, with Aunt Janis on the left, and her husband Uncle Clayton on the right. They’ve long since passed away, but I enjoyed my visit with them in Dayton.

So, it’s with just barely enough qualification that I wish you a happy St. Paddy’s day!

Yours truly, On Swann, Tampa, last weekend.

That’s right, these are sandwich bags branded with the Disney animated feature Frozen. Let me now stick a tune in your head: “Lunch to go, lunch to go…”

As for these chopsticks rests, you can’t have ’em, because I bought the last two packs.