I’m on the plane to Ireland to go meet my father and brother who I have seen or spoken to in thirty years. I’m having a lot of mixed feelings. Excited, nervous, bewildered. I don’t know anything about them and vice versa, so this will be interesting. I love talking to strangers, but those conversations are typically not this emotionally heavy. I’m still just going into it with the mindset that they aren’t long lost family, but just some strangers who happen to look like me. That should help a little. If not, there’s always vodka. Also, strangely I keep thinking “What should I wear when I meet them?” Seriously, “What should I wear?” Get your shit together, Paul.