“The song is ended (but the melody lingers on.)” – Irving Berlin

It was spring; although the season did not represent itself well, a hard chill dusted the evening air as I ascended the steps to a large Huguenot doorway. My appointment was for seven o’clock, but my watch read sixteen minutes past, I snorted under my breath frustrated at my…

Still sitting there now in The Gather Inn at well past the hour and with a flight to catch in the early morning, Padraig began to wonder when the old man’s rant would come to its conclusion. All the old stories from days long gone and friends resting in the soil.

“And I’ll tell ye this and I’ll tell you no more, your mother is a saint, looking after our family the way she did. Looking after me all these years and I her father for jaysus sake.”

 The old…