It was a "soft", chilly March day years ago when my then-20-something daughter, Quinn, and I left the Abbey House Bed and Breakfast for the short journey across the highway to the Jerpoint Abbey ruins in Kilkenny.  (To the Irish, a "soft" day means it isn't raining cats and dogs---just puppies and kittens.)  We planned a quick stop at Jerpoint, then a drive up to Dublin for the remainder of our stay in Ireland.  Celtic tigers were still roaring and you could feel energy in the air.

We…