Several years ago, my husband Mike and I, along with 17 members of my extended family, traveled to Labasheeda, a small rural town in County Clare on the Shannon River in Ireland. My grandfather was born and raised there with his 14 siblings. The town consists of a post office, church, rectory, schoolhouse, general store, and Casey’s Pub. After our long flight, Mike and I unpacked and headed down to Casey’s. The pub was dark inside and the place went suspiciously silent with all eyes on the two strangers who just walked in. We sat at the bar and Mike ordered us two pints of Guinness. I began wondering if we’d ever make it out of Casey’s alive. It felt like we were in an old movie about two clueless tourists wandering into a rural pub in Ireland. Needless to say, I kept my eyes down and my mouth shut. …