Thank you, Peter Brown

It is a funny thing "giving up."  It can go many ways. Just when Al Pacino is about to give up the mafia life in Godfather III he is "dragged back in."  When Jimmy Stewart is about to jump off that bridge in "It's a Wonderful Life" and end it all, Clarence the Angel comes along and saves him from himself.

And just as I was about to throw away "Man.Hat.In" entirely after many years of daily posts I got a note from Peter Brown, author and writing instructor, whom I do not know from a farthing who said he liked my piece on The Irish American Historical Society. (Okay he didn't say he "liked it" he thanked me for my description of it, but still, SOMEONE READ MY BLOG and it had an effect. ) I was about to leap off the cyber bridge and Clarence in the form of Peter Brown saved me.   

I do not want to give up blogging. I do not want to give up being an "incfluencer" in my small way.  I want to get better at it and bigger at it. 

So thank you, Peter Brown, for pulling my keyboard from the ledge and finding me in Google search and reacting to something I wrote. 

"I love you old Irish American Historical Society!"

I am going to come back bigger and stronger and more focussed.

But on what? And when?

The Irish-American Historical Society

Today was Museum Day in New York. Just when you think this city cannot get any better they open the doors to all their museums and you can pick ONE to go to for free. (Other cities offer this as well so be sure and check it out in your area for next year.) My friend Sue who knows all about such things turned me on to this.

Of course I wanted to go to TWO museums for free. It was suggested I just photocopy my ticket and this is what I did and it worked. I don't recommend this at all because it is, well, dishonest!

But I got to go to the amazing Morgan Library and see a Gutenberg Bible, letters by Mart Twain and more first editions than you could possibly eat. His private library is a wonder.

I then trodded uptown to the really never open Irish American Historical Society on 5th Avenue directly across from the Met. The people there COULD NOT HAVE BEEN NICER. That is the Irish for you. I must say humbly that we are really, really, really charming people.


This mansion was built on spec! in the early 1900s and was occupied by a lady and her two daughters. The IAHS bought it in 1940 for $20, 000! Depression era prices. (Sadly the Scots would still be quibbling over the price and would be renting a hall to this day, but that is another story.)

Magnificent place. I got the full tour and it was great.

The Irish at one time were not allowed to be members of the New York Athletic Club so they started the Irish American Athletic Club. Many of the trophies from this era are here.

Eccentric firemen?

Mayor Mitchell and his wife. HOT! Youngest mayor of NYC. Fell out of an airplane to his death at age 39.
View of Met from front room. I would LOVE to live here!