I know the blogosphere is going to be rife with Father’s Day posts, today, and I suppose this one will probably pass unnoticed. That’s fine. I rarely talk about my father, because, well, frankly, I don’t know why. Daddy passed away almost 35 years ago (on the 3rd of July, so you can imagine how…
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The Zoo Lady
Several years ago, MJ and I made a pilgrimage to the land of (some of) his forbears, Ireland. We traveled on our own to Dublin, took a bus up to Termonfecken to peer at the lichen-covered headstones – searching for said forbears – rented a car in Galway, and adventured our way down the west…
Sigh…
At this moment in time, I should be in a cushy Charleston, South Carolina hotel, perhaps just stirring to make some coffee and preparing for, oh I dunno, maybe a walk over to some famous breakfast spot we saw featured on one of Tony Bourdain’s travel/food shows, tiny camera in-hand ready to snap a few…
