Today's OneWord: Ambassador

I'd love to stay in Ireland - maybe they could make me an ambassador there. I'd wear freshly pressed suits and pretend I understood Gaelic. I'd learn all the old songs and play the fiddle or the uilleann pipes. I'd drink a pint or two of thirteen as soon as the sun began to set. And then I'd finally listen to everybody's stories - how they got here, where they'd like to do, and how they'd like to shake the paralysis from their heavy limbs.