Stories from my first trip to Ireland in 1969: Part 5 of 5 — After several days of revelry in the pubs and on the roads of southwestern Ireland, it was time to get serious.  Continue reading →

Stories from my first trip to Ireland: Part 4 of 5 — The night was still young and I had a lot more drinking and schmoozing to do. Continue reading →

Stories from my first trip to Ireland: Part 3 of 5 – As I stood in the packed pub clutching a pint of Guinness, I spotted a guy across the room pointing at me while talking to his friends. Continue reading →

Stories from my first trip to Ireland: Part 2 of 5 – My memories of the rest of Day 1 are a blur, mostly lost in the clouds of time and controlled substances. Continue reading →

Stories from my first trip to Ireland: Part 1 of 5 — To use that travel writing cliché – one I use all too often myself – my first trip to Ireland in the summer of 1969 was memorable, Continue reading →

June 18, 2013. Venice, CA — who is that scruffy guy with the beard and the frayed army jacket?

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