The party was still in high gear when he came back.
"Everything is set," he reported happily. "I have tickets for everybody, cars waiting to take us to the airport and hotel reservations."
Late in the afternoon, with the party still going strong, Charlie got everybody together in a big rush and we stampeded for the airport.
Walker was happy that he was going to the land of his forefathers, and I was happy for Walker. So we all boarded the plane and set off for Dublin.
Mickey kept watching out the window. Finally, he nudged me with great delight. "So this is Dublin," he said.
I looked out the window and was startled more than somewhat. If that wasn't the Eiffel Tower below us, then they had built one in Dublin without telling anybody. I went back to where Good Time Charlie was sitting and grabbed him by the shoulder.
"You got us to Paris, not Dublin, you dope," I told him.
"I know it, Doc," Friedman admitted, "but when I went after the tickets I kept saying to myself, 'What do you want to go to Dublin for?' Then I remember when I was in the A.E.F. and all the fun I had in Paris. Honest, Doc, I just couldn't help myself."
I didn't have the heart to tell Mickey, he was so delighted. Of course, when we got off the plane everybody was speaking French.
"I thought they'd be talking English," Mick said. "You know, Doc, with a trace of a brogue, like my grandfather."