Gotta wee tale to share.
Bout ten year back, the new neighbour moved in next to me. And after some words came outta his mouth, I knew that he came from Erie. You could have cut his brogue with a knife.
We had a few words of introduction, and I asked, "From the North or the South?"
There was a bit of a pause, and he answered, "The North".
To seal the meeting up, later I brought over a cool beer, and he was pleased to hear that I was part Irish, with heritage... from the North as well.
And, to test his Celtic humour, I asked, " What's worse than a drunken Irishman?"
To my question he waited , taking a long serious look at me, and replied, "I don't know".
To further further test his mettle, I said, "A sober one!"
He broke out in a huge smile, laughed and we were as one, and have been that way over the years!
Q