Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2010 18:36:58 -0800 (GMT-08:00)
From: The Iceman <fordtbird@earthlink.net>
Subject: Love Begins at Home Chapter 3

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Chapter 3:

	The countryside flowed smoothly and in varying shades of green and
when the boys had a full plate of Irish landscape, Sean gently banked the
chopper over a lake and slowly lost altitude and the next thing the boys
could see was a Helicopter pad and in 3' high letters we could see a sign
that read "Private Property" "No Access" as gently as was possible Sean set
the bird down and as we undid our seat belts Sean unloaded our bags we
ducked low and Sean lifted off and we grabbed our bags, and started toward
the house.

	 Mike piped up with "Dad who owns this house" I smiled and answered
"at this time your dear old Dad" at that Mike stumbled and as luck would
have it I was in position to catch him, he looked at me and said "no way" I
kissed him and said "way".

	Marty was almost to the back of the house veranda, so Mike and I
had to rush a little, as we caught up to him, he was trying to peek into
the house, the large heavy door at the side of the porch opened and a large
man (not fat) with the reddest head of hair stepped out and took Marty in
his arms like he weighed the weight of a feather, so with Marty in one arm,
and Marty's luggage in the other, he bellowed through the open door "Noreen
his Lordship has arrived".

	The man `Patrick' let Marty slip down from his grip and Marty stood
stock still staring at him, and his Noreen as she stepped out, she was a
true Irish colleen with the whitest skin I had ever seen she stepped up and
took the light bag from Patrick and the bag alongside Mike and Patrick
grabbed the remainder.

	At this moment I realized the both Mike and Marty were rooted the
spot where they stood so I said "Good Morning, to you and your beautiful
wife" now it was Pat's turn to blush and he looked like he had just
received an instant sun burn, "and may I introduce my two sons, Michael and
Martin" Marty had his manners completely in operation and stepped forward
shook Pat's hand and said "Good Morning, Sir" in a few seconds Mike did the
same, as they did that I felt 9ft tall as that was said Noreen said "please
come in and lunch is ready, you boys must be sick of what the Airlines call
food" at the mention of food both of the boys returned to life and we went
to a huge kitchen and Noreen fed my sons a sandwich each of smoked ham cut
tissue paper thick and local medium cheddar, cut thin on fresh thick sliced
Irish soda bread washed down with Hot Irish Black tea (gun powder).
	I have found that if you keep a boy fed he will be totally happy
and my two eating machines were living proof of that as we sat around the
kitchen table Mike looked at me and said "Dad if this is the kitchen what
does the dining room look like" seeing that he was finished I took him into
the great hall and to describe it is 15' wide and 48' long there are 4
chandeliers each of them 8' in diameter, and the long walls had 2
fireplaces over 4' wide and 3' deep and they were in both long walls the
ceiling was 22' above the floor and the table was 4' wide and 42' long, 36
people could be seated and served at the same time and around the table
were 36 chairs that from the curator of the property, they were made in
Germany at least 300 years ago and each one weighed in at 150# and sometime
after WWII were re-upholstered in leather the same as they were when new.

	As I stood there Mike said "this is awesome, you could hold some
fantastic Christmas dinners here" I laughed and responded "we don't have
enough friends and relatives to fill this room" at that moment Marty was
lead in by Pat and he said "this room is big enough to convert into a
skateboard park" at that both Mike and I broke up laughing, but Pat didn't
get the point of the joke.

	As the boy's stood in a painful feeling awe I asked Pat "have the
boy's rooms been prepared for their usage" he had a look of discomfort and
answered "Your Lordship, the plumbing is not functioning properly, so I
took the liberty to reserve you your special room at the Pub across the
road, and the Jeep is ready for you to use, as well as the Jaguar" now both
Mike and Marty were both wide eyed and I responded, "very good Pat and will
the plumbing be looked after in a short time" Pat smiled and responded "the
plumber promised a quick repair, and I told him `OR Else' ".

	I smiled and remembered what Pat's `or else' implied and I smiled
and said "well boys we will be staying at the pub across the road" I
started out the front door and Mike and Marty grabbed there bags and I said
"don't worry about them Pat or someone from the pub will come and collect
them" as we waited for a group of commercial lorries to pass Mike asked, In
what I would call an Irish whisper, "Dad when Pat calls you Lordship, what
does that mean" I smiled and said "even though I am an American citizen, as
I am the owner of the land that we stand on gives me the title of `His
Lordship' do you understand" he didn't but he said "I think I do" I noticed
that Marty had a funny look on his face so I said "Marty what's the matter"
he looked at me and said "what is that funny smell" now I had to laugh and
when we walked a little further I said "Marty that is called clean fresh
air".

	I knew at that moment he was blushing down to his toes and we were
at the door of the pub, we entered, and as I moved to the front desk to
check in there stood a handsome Irish lad of 15 or 16 and he said "sir can
I get a room for you and the boy's for the night" I looked at him and said
"yes Timothy you can and ask your Da to bring me a decent bowl of lamb stew
for the boy's and I as we are hungry" the boy had a quizzical look on his
face and I said "Tim I haven't seen you since your 6th birthday and I gave
you a 2 wheel bicycle and you proceed to almost give your Mom a heart
attack as you refused help and learned how to ride it without any help from
others" he ran from behind the counter and with a yell that almost shook
the old timbers of this house he ran into my arms shouting "oh your back
Uncle Mike" his Da (Tom) stepped up behind him and said "Timothy you should
show some respect for his lordship, Mr. McMasters" at that point Michael
and Marty stood with their mouths hanging open.

	He finally said "your Lordship I am totally sorry for some of the
things that I have said to you" I turned to Tim and said "can you set up
the big room for my son's and I, and bring the stew up when it is ready
plus some stout and your dad knows I like the stout cold American style"
Tim showed us up to the biggest room in the pub and Mike was in another
world and when Tim carried the meal in Mike gently patted him on his butt
and Tim didn't react as we finished the meal Mike said "are you really a
Lordship and a land owner" I looked at him and said "this Pub is on my
land".

	That was more that both of them could handle, and they did what all
teenagers do well they sat and served themselves some stew and quietly
started to scarf it down, as they did I realized that I was hungry, and
needed some food so I joined them, and as we ate I said "Mike if you ever
fondle a boy on his butt in my presence without his permission I will skin
you alive" he looked at me and he knew he had gone too far.

	In about a half hour there was a knock on my door and I called
"enter" and it was Tom and he said "Your Lordship was the food to your
satisfaction" I smiled and said "the food was excellent, and effective now
my friends call me JJ, `Your Lordship' is only for very formal occasions,
and seeing that we know each other better than that, enough said" Tom came
to me and shook my hand and said "enough said" he looked at Mike and Marty
and said "please introduce me to these fine boys".

	Now it was my turn to blush, "My apology, Mike" and he stepped
forward "this is my oldest at 16 years, Michael J. McMaster, Mike is the
name that he will answer to", and Mike stepped forward and properly shook
Tom's hand he said "thank you for a delicious meal, and thank Tim for
bringing it up to us".

	I turned and looked at Marty and said "this is Martin Francis named
after his Grand Father, he is 13 years old and he answers to the name of
Marty the same as my dad did" he shook Tom's hand and said "Thank you for
the clean and elegant room to be lodged in, and your wonderful hospitality"
Now I was truly 9' tall Tom smiled and said "it is nice to find two young
men that haven't forgotten there manners in a time of computers and games".


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