Allan, i'm rotflmao. Friend of mine, (legendary Jazz pianist) Larry Wills, once got married in Ireland to an Irish girl. From that time on we called him, Sir Lawrence O'Groidy, LMAO, and told him to Kiss the Blarney Stone.............LOL. Luck of the Irish. mark


From: Allan Fish <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
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Subject: Re: [VFB] Across or Up America
Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2003 21:26:34 -0500

on 12/11/03 8:47 PM, William Bailey at [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:

> Like the movie: If it's Tuesday, This must be Belgium.

That's kinda the way I see it.  I never wanted to go on one of those
marathon-like junkets, personally.

Reminds me of one time when I was working in Ireland. My wife and I had
driven over to Blarney Castle. A tour group came rushing in. The guide was
prodding these people to climb up and kiss the Blarney Stone, "Hurry, we
only have fifteen minutes." You could tell those poor folks were beat! It
was like a herd of stampeding......well, not cows, because cattle move
faster! But he got them all up and back down about as fast as he could. We
slipped into another room in the castle and stayed out their path. As the
left, we walked out behind them. I heard the guide say, "Now we're going to
Blarney Woolen Mills. We'll have two hours to shop and have a drink." Of
course, he most likely got a percentage of all sales there. The funny thing
is that Blarney Woolen Mills is only about a block from the Castle (you can
see it easily). People who wanted to stay could have walked to the tourist
trap.


As they were rushed into the parking lot, we saw a sign that pointed to
"Druid Ruins". We walked around to it and saw one of the most stirring
sights we saw on the trip. They were ancient Druid ruins in a stone circle.
We didn't understand a bit of it, but we lingered there about an hour in the
heavily mossed area. You could just feel the antiquity seeping in.


Obligatory fly fishing - I fished one day on the River Suir and caught every
trout I saw. All six inches of him. <g>


We also "flyfished: for mullet and caught quite a few (that was hand-lining
over the side of the boat with a trace of five hooks, each with a different
colored chicken feather tied to the hook....just lashed on. We were fishing
about a foot off the bottom and jigging the line. The depth was about 90
feet. (Yes, we were catching bait!)


Swimming back under my rock ledge now.
Allan


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