A few months ago Donna and I decided to arrange the vacation of a lifetime – a trip to Ireland with our kids and their significant others. Ten years ago our daughter Eileen had spent a semester of her junior year of college in Cork, and Donna and I had gone to visit her. We had started our Ireland experience back then with a couple days in Dublin and then had headed south to Cork and then up the western coast to Dingle. It was a magnificent trip for us, for several reasons. First, we got to visit Eileen. While she loved her time in Ireland, I think she missed us almost as we missed her. In addition, Donna’s heritage was Irish – the grandparents of her mother, Joan O’Keeffe Harding, and her father, Lou Harding, had immigrated to the U.S. from Ireland in the 1800s – and we were excited to see the land and people from whence she came (I think I have a little Irish pedigree, but more Scottish, Swiss and German). It was the land, and especially the people, that had captiva