77/365: Going deep into the archives for today's post, all the way to September 22, 1989, the night I quaffed my first Guinness at O'Donoghue's pub in Dublin. "It was real dark, but tasted pretty good," according to my journal. At closing time, everyone stood up and sang Amhran na bhFiann, the Irish national anthem. 
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