“Eat What’s Put in Front of You!”
The “Transfer Station”–formerly known as the Town Dump–is one of the more poignant stops on my weekly pilgrimage of errands. Here, for instance, is an image of the opened tomb of a forgotten citizen known...
Monthly Archive: September 2015
The Night I Composed My Own Epitaph
The year was 1985. The place was an old-fashioned Irish pub in the middle-of-nowhere Connemara. I was a “Yank come home” learning Irish among Irish teachers of Irish schoolchildren. All of us were out...
Admission
8 a.m. in the front lobby of the Catholic hospital. It doesn’t matter which one. An old man, alone, stands before the admissions counter. He has that bewildered look of the recently arrived immigrant...