From Boston to Marthas Vineyard to New York , The trail of the emmigrant, the poor starving soul fleeing the Irish famine. I see their ghosts every where .  How different now, Here in 6 hours not 6 weeks . Fed on the plane , nice and warm … I was born in a very precious time .  Long may it last, I bet my kids agree. I met some great people along the way . In Boston I toured a TV studio and stared starry eyed later in the hallowed halls of Harvard . Thank you Brian.   Marthas Vineyard is truly the American version of West Cork . Incredible people , friendly , charming and great cooks.  Trudys Corn bread delivered to us in person  on the beach. The mad potters art surrounding us as we talked into the night . Chic and Jessies fireworks suprising us on our night trip.  Fresh Oysters on the ponds.  But most of all the magic the group generated when left loose on the Island .
A few days in Manhattan to visit some friends. Grab an incredible night of music and acknowledgement of a special Irish Man and then on to the Lanes of West Cork and peace . No rush , no yellow cabs beeping . The curlew the loudest sound in my ears.

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