It’s a good day to fly to Dublin, don’t you think?

A couple years ago when we were returning from the Annual Meeting of the Florida Conference UCC in Naples, we came across this bumper sticker.  That was before this time of sabbatical was imagined. Thank you to all who have participated in the planning for this time. Thank you Angela for tending the folk atContinue reading “It’s a good day to fly to Dublin, don’t you think?”

“Imagine”

Just tried to figure out how to get a youtube video here for you to listen. Alas, I am not that smart, I guess. Anyway, It would have been John Lennon signing “Imagine” in (what year was this recorded?) with Ono along for the song . . . Since I couldn’t do it, you canContinue reading ““Imagine””

“I’m doing finely”

You have read about Tad and Vicky who sent us the delightful booklet about their home and the community around where we will be staying.  They recommended a book “Twenty Years A-Growing” by Maurice O’Sullivan. I love books. I was intrigued by what they said about it. So, you guessed it, I ordered it fromContinue reading ““I’m doing finely””

gotta love the New Yorker cartoons

So, this morning I sat at the breakfast table and wrote the blog about aging and how we were going to go to the National Museum of Ireland a learn about life 6000 years ago.  One of today’s cartoons for the New Yorker was this one: And . . . probably you should know ifContinue reading “gotta love the New Yorker cartoons”

Kells in County Kerry

We’ve rented a home for three weeks across the Bay from Dingle in a community named Kells. Kells is hardly recognizable as a village in American terms.  There are no main streets, no shopping district, not even mailboxes to identify residences. . . .Kells is just about the greatest place going.  But it isn’t forContinue reading “Kells in County Kerry”

One misty moisty morning

Patricia’s and my thoughts are with the family of Carl, whose life was savored at a celebration of life today.  A lively, laughing, loving, and loved husband, father, grandfather.  A good friend.  An excellent doctor.  A voracious reader.  He taught himself to weld.  He was a pilot.  He was captivated by the water, by sailing,Continue reading “One misty moisty morning”

A change of mind and a change of heart

Did you ever notice how some people smile with their whole face and especially their eyes? Some time ago I visited Jack Meehan. He was born in a “t’ached cot’age” in Ireland more than 80 years ago. He is, among other things, a saxophonist and trumpeter. I visited him on the 10th floor of SarasotaContinue reading “A change of mind and a change of heart”