THE CRUX OF LIFE’S PHILOSOPHIES

For years I could not track down Red Roses for Me on cassette.

These were the pre-Web days, and I tramped from brick-and-mortar to mortar-and-brick in search of the tightly wound relic, to no avail…

So I was left to wonder what Red Roses was really like, tantalized by the fact that there was a Pogues album out there somewhere that I had never heard.

I finally found a copy on a trip to Boston with my future wife.

Just about all I remember from that trip is finding Red Roses, digging Red Roses, and starting to cede a good portion of my heart to a woman I had been dating for six months…

It was a damn fine trip.