Some of Grandaddy’s livelier tales revolved around public houses. Not bars. Not "pubs." These were cozy places where family, friends, and neighbors gathered to share the goodness of food and company. Blessed with American optimism, he often spoke of the day that he'd open his very own public house in Alabama, alive with Irish gregariousness and Southern graciousness. A place where all would be welcome. Years later, after spending many wonderful evenings in public houses myself in Dublin, Cork, Galway, and London, Grandad’s dream became my own — and with the help of my family and friends, it has become this Irish Alabaman’s dream come true.