Related to the President

Before we left Tipperary, we stopped to take a picture of us outside my cousin’s butcher shop.  It was closed but it was nice to see the Williams sign.

While we were taking pictures, a man from the pub across the street came over and asked if we wanted him to take a picture of all of us together.  He assumed we were related to the owner of the butcher shop.

He told us that we were related to President Obama because the man who owned the butcher shop was related to President Obama.

As we were driving to Tipperary, we went through a town and noticed all these American flags on the main street.  On the way home, we stopped and took pictures of the house that Obama’s Great Great Great Great Great … Grandfather on his mother’s side lived.  There was a coffee shop named after the President and there was a big picture of Obama drinking Guinness in the local pub.