Muscle

It's marching season in Northern Ireland.   Most of the North empties itself of its Catholics and peace loving Protestants into the Republic until it's over .  It's like the KKK flexing its muscle at home.  Instead of the white robes, they wear suits and bowler hats and big medals like yolks around their necks.  But,  they will be the only people on the streets.  There's no one there to cheer them on.   An eerie quiet sets the rattle of the snare echoing off the whitewashed houses and glancing off the distant hills.     

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Anonymous said…
yo mike, the july 4th party here at the warner arms went off with the expected bang.. # of reveler approx 150.. lots of kids , lots of food and lots of singing.. i went to bed when the flock of robins arrived to peck the bread bits left around the grill. summer has been dry and gentle. today a possible thunder storm ( i wont have to water the garden)   2 plans for the future
  # 1 get some pics over to you boasting of my accomplishments here at the corner of warner and gould
  # 2 get my but over to your side of the world for a visit..
i'll get to the photos this week and have already started the savings account for fall travels.        lot's of kisses from the hood...leppy
July 24, 2008 at 2:31 PM
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