"Hey boy, who am I going to leave these hands to when I’m gone?”
A long silence…then the words were repeated, louder and more animated.
“I say, who will I leave them to, eh? I think I’ll leave them to science.”
Again, the words fell on deaf ears and were greeted with total silence…
Those immortal words were uttered by my father, Mal, as he…Continue
I was thrilled to hear that long departed Brendan Behan, one of my fellow Irish storytellers, has finally been resurrected. “Brendan at the Chelsea Hotel,” a new play about his time in NYC has recently opened off Broadway to tumultuous reviews and much ribaldry, women chasin’ and bar hoppin’. Behan, a rebel, carouser, drinkin’ man’s drinkin’ man, racounteur and above all a writer, taught us that you can be both a fighter and a writer.
I have here in my possession a letter written to…Continue
Added by John Anthony Brennan on June 9, 2015 at 12:30pm — No Comments