It was sixty years ago and things were more earthy then. The drinkers in the front of the pub were dregged and drained towards midnight. Sharkey hated the sea. I asked the old man what was the major regret in his life. There was a family I knew once in a West of Ireland town.
Boats are exactly like people.
May I met an hotelier from the West of Ireland the other evening. The beauty of the Irish countryside at this time of year is truly a terrible beauty. A peculiar sense of loss after the death of Frank Sinatra. The man who gave a black eye to Jesus. April I am back in primary school again and it is a wet spring afternoon.