Super Sunday Comes Early thanks to Sean Cummings and John Bennett

Last Sunday started as so many I’ve mine do…at 11 a.m. Big day ahead. Sean Cummings Pub “wake,” San Diego Chargers game and The Cellar Restaurant at Hightower retrospective hosted by Paseo Grill that evening.

We made it to the pub about 1:30, the crowd was late-arriving. Sean was bouncing off the emptied walls, thanking those in attendance while actually trying to get moved from one space to another.

Cathy Cummings, who now is her husband’s de facto landlord, was telling the story of Sean getting kicked out of the Vatican in a dispute over confession etiquette. By 2 p.m., the bagpiper was playing “Danny Boy.” Sean raised a toast to the old spot, the band played “Parting Glass.” Then the piper led the ramshackle crowd clad in black the one and half miles south down N. May Avenue, snarling Sunday drivers and drawing a gentle nudge grassward from a uniformed officer of the local constabulary. The party sallied forth to 6 p.m. when the beer taps ran dry and the bottles of Jameson emptied.

Alas,  another celebration of ancestry beckoned, its prominence illustrated by the sweet sorrow of our parting. Bonny an afternoon as it was, the majesty promised in the night ahead was delivered in full.