Shamrocks For Damian
By Marge
The summer between Damian's 11th and 12 grade he was a lifeguard at our pool. Now you all know an Irishman SHOULD not spend extended amounts of time in the sun, but he did! So the day the pool opened we all check out our lifegurds to see if they suck or what... Well me, a devoted fan to U2 and all things Irish, detected a brogue from near the lifeguard seat. I went over (no I didn't swim because I can't tell another story about Damian that comes to mind on that one). Anyway, imagine him all slatherded in sunscreen (the Coppertone #30) and I ask him "Are you Irish ?" He says "Yes I noticed your U2 tattoo." Well he was stuck then I made him my new friend.
I used to tell him that if I close my eyes when you talk it sounds like Bono!!!!! He loved that one! So he and the other lifeguard, Laura Forstrom who ran track at GC with him, became my good friends. And of course I did plenty of beer runs for both of them.
One night we were drinking at my apartment when Damian got up to go to the bathroom. Now prior to this he had commented on all the Irish stuff in my house so when he came out of the bathroom he said "You can't even take a piss in this house without seeing a fucking shamrock." I had shamrock clingees on my bathroom mirror!!!
So when you visit his grave and see shamrocks growing, I planted them so he has to see shamrocks from me forever!!!!