December 17, 2004 | Leave a Comment

So we had a great time tonight in New York. Liam was in town and we had a great time catching up – talking about the old times in St. Paul’s, and on the buses, and the characters like the Flower Cooley, and John Colburn, and Spacer 1 and Spacer 2 on the Space Shuttle.

And then it was off home in a cab, which proceeded to wind it’s way downtown, pass the Irish Arts Centre, and out onto the west side highway.

And then the cab passes The Intrepid. When you remember that, really, it’s only a midget, a World War II class carrier, like a rowboat compared to the modern carriers, even still – or especially still – all you can say is, “Wow“.

It’s at times like this you remember that New York the most awesome city in the world…



1961 Cheval Blanc

December 13, 2004 | Leave a Comment

Crikey, where does the tempus fugit ? It’s hard to believe that Christmas is almost upon us. (I can relate to the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland). Right, so what have we been up to ? Well, hosting visitors for one. As mentioned previously, we had Ian and June to stay at Thanksgiving. Then we had Conall and his buddy Steve; alas, they didn’t make it to The Barn. (There’s always next year). Mike and Fiona came to stay, too, but just in the city, so we didn’t actually get to see them.

The kids are doing well; Jenn is busy home-schooling right now, teaching them to be good little capitalists (well, teaching them about money anyway). Orla’s art projects continue apace, although I can’t tell you about them as she doesn’t tell me about them. (They’re a secret, although she did admit that one of them involved drawing a star on a tree, so there you have it).

On the health front, we’re all doing great. On a more serious note, Donal is recovering from a serious operation, so we’re all praying for him.

Right, that’s about it for the quick wrap-up of the week’s (sorry, weeks’) events.

Oh, and the ’61 Cheval Blanc ? Well, I just went to see “Sideways”┬átonight and, if you’re a wine snob, it’s a must-see. And even if you’re not, it’s pretty darn good. It is not exactly the most uplifting of movies, exploring as it does the human condition (or, more particularly, some humans’ conditions) but, with my new found maturity (or rapidly advancing middle-age) I can revel in the humour in it. And hey, any day you can enjoy a ’61 claret is a day to savour…

P.S. Those dreaded spammers have started bombing weblogs with automated comment posting hawking their junk. We’ll have to see if we can defeat them in a reasonable manner; otherwise, we’ll have to close down the comments. And that would be too bad… Maybe some day those bastards will get a life.

P.P.S. Don’t worry, Ian, I have the pictures of your visit and will most likely post some Real Soon Now…