Ireland
A Family Trip
June 2000
In 2000, I rented a caste in Tipperary and invited my family to join me in Ireland. I also secured the services of a driver and a van for the week. Sixteen of us went and we had a great time. My father had just been diagnosed with lung cancer and was told that he had a year to live. So at the airport, I met our driver and gave him a generous tip.
"Don't worry Madame, you will have a great week", he assured me.
And he was right. This man worked beyond what was reasonable for anyone. He met us at 8 in the morning and he dropped us off every night at 9 or 10 or 11, whatever it took to have a full day of sightseeing. Midway through the week, my brother, Jim, told me, "hey, you have to get that tip back. This driver is killing us."
