Towns change. We leave them one way, and find them so different when we return.   Wexford is a case in point. So many ...

  “Send ‘em Home Sweatin’!” was the battle cry of Irish showbands during their rambunctious dancehall reign back in the 1960’s.  Or, as Ben ...

 “It’s 6 o’clock and it’s time to rock, and me head is beatin’ like a drum In the cold daylight, I feel like shite, and I can’t remember las...

 By the time you read this the Ospreys should have returned to my little patch of the Long Island Sound. However, it’s been a strange year f...

I had been meaning to visit Egypt for the last 40 years or more, so last month I bit the bullet and went.   No big deal...

 I was recently asked, “What was the best piece of advice you ever received.” Though it was given to me way back in the last century, the ...

  Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the center cannot h...