Page 101 - Trip to Ireland Final Flip Book
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inscription: “Go dtoga Dia chuige Fein e” which means, May

               God take him to Himself.


                                                                                         Cast a cold eye

                                                                                        On life, on death,
                                                                                         Horseman, pass

                                                                                                   by!


                                                                                            Under Ben
                                                                                               Bulben

                                                                                            W. B. Yates
                                                                                          (1865 – 1938)



                                                                                I go into the pub since
                                                                                Ann said bar food is

                                                                                the fastest and

                                                                                cheapest.  I get

                                                                                chicken and ham with

                                                                                veggies and a big

                                                                                thermos of soup for M

                                                                                They said I could

                                                                                bring the thermos

                                                                                back tomorrow.

               Imagine a place doing that in the U.S.


               On the way out an old man at the bar starts talking to me.  I

               stop and he asks where I’m from?  He tells me he was at John

               Fitzgerald Kennedy’s grave and what did I think of him?  I said

               I didn’t know cause he died before I could meet him.  He let

               that go by.  He says to take his picture but as I raise the camera,

               he turns his back to me.  I ask him if he changed his mind and

               he doesn’t answer.  I left.  He would have made a neat picture

               but maybe he didn’t like my smart aleck answer.


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