Law, Partially

Ireland exudes a certain romantic lure. Christine, Bobby, and I had never been but were drawn. We wanted to jam one last European trip in this year before heading to the U.S. for Christmas. How could we have known the weather would be so cold and rainy in December? We were anxious to spend some time in Ireland because so many people talk so fondly of the place, and it has experienced a remarkable economic transformation (we, of course, being contributors to the blog Law Partially are always interested in the legal-socio-economic structures underlying our tourism destinations). I love the  Irish language  and Irish names. I love that the language is so old and a bit strange and actually hardly used anymore. We almost named our first born Seamus, and I still plan to name our first daughter Siobhan, even if Mum so far hasn't been convinced. Besides, visiting the Long Room of the Old Library at Trinity College was a bucket list item for Christine and me. In the Long ...

These days, it's all about vehicles, especially planes and trains. Whereas our adventures in Islington and further afield used to be focused on finding parkland, increasingly we are looking for trains. Much of Bobby's summer outdoors was spent down the road from our apartment (i.e., flat) at a gate to some light industrial sites through which one can see trains passing on their way to King's Cross. Much of his summer indoors was spent playing with his toy trains on the carpet or looking through the window to spot planes in the sky. Growing up is a process of observing more and more phenomenon and then recognizing similar phenomena that fit with patterns seen before. Bobby is fascinated by his urban environment, especially vehicles. He loves observing and exclaiming his observations -- for vehicles including, bicycles, motorcycles, garbage trucks, rescue vehicles, trucks, cars, taxis, boats, buses, airplanes, helicopters, and trains. His ability to recognize different type...