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…
Hurricane
Kind Of A Drag
Sorry I haven’t written in a couple of days. We were preparing for the “big blow” that wasn’t. Mostly. I woke up ridiculously early on Saturday morning with that panicked feeling you get when you wake up thinking you overslept having forgotten to set the alarm, and you’re going to be late to work, and…
