The timing could not have been worse. But when Murphy does the planning, the timing will always never be worse. You do wonder just who Murphy was. Certainly not the kind old gentleman who owned the pub by that name in midtown Manhattan. Maybe a distant cousin of Mrs. O’Leary. I mean even the cow fell victim to that law after all. O’Leary’s son did run a pub in Chicago, so maybe that is the Murphy connection. But probably not, it’s just the luck of the Irish, after all.