Unless you’re Grandpa Darth, in which case the traditional Irish blessing does not bring on the warm fuzzies of goodwill.  Singing along with Engelbert Humperdink about After the Lovin’, a warm breeze flowing over her aerodynamically shaped helmet hair, Granny motors down the road without a care in the world… blithely unaware of Grandpa’s imminent departure. Good… Read More May the road rise to meet you