It clicks.
I looked out and down from the perch outside the church and my brain said: Ah, yes, we are in Tipperary Hill.
Why they call it Tipperary Hill
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Mark Bialczak 
Awe… you have made it to Tipperary! Was it a long way?
Merry Christmas Mr. Mark!
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At least we could drive it, Nance. Merry Christmas!
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Maybe it’s not a long way to Tipperary Mark!
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Good one, Gerald! Enjoy your holliday.
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I’m not aware of all the history that you must/might be referring to. Will have to tackle that another day. 😉
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This is a neighborhood in Syracuse that was settled by a lot of Irish folks back in the day and continues to hold that flavor, ladysighs. It is famous for, among a lot of Irish pubs and churches, a street corner that holds a street light with the green light on top instead of the customary red.
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Thank you for the lesson. Appreciate it. 🙂
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I see why)
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This was a pretty spot, Beth.
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