Here’s my 2nd installment as guest on Katie Sullivan’s fine blog.
While A is away, the blog still gets to play. Please enjoy Part 2 of “Old Hand’s Voyage to Ireland,” from A View from the Wheelhouse. (Missed Part 1? Click here.)
The silence was broken by a cacophony of seabirds as the anchor fell with a rattle of chain into the green waters of Dingle Bay. I threw water jugs into the skiff, rowed to an ancient stone building at the head of a rickety wharf and, on rubbery legs, walked up to the pub.
I pushed open a weathered, oak door. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I saw men around tables in conversation. A one-eyed galoot was yelling at a tweedy gent who bore an uncanny resemblance to Nigel Bruce.
“I tell ya, his foul betrayal will forever be a curse upon us all!”
Against the other wall, a lanky guy with glasses recited in…
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