Keep Scribbling! Something Will Happen.

My Childhood Here... Was Very Limited. So It Was A Long, Long Time Before I Actually Went Out To Brooklyn.

When I Act Tough They Listen Politely Till The Spasm Passes. They Know.

People Everywhere Brag And Whimper About The Woes Of Their Early Years, But Nothing Can Compare With The Irish Version: The Poverty; The Shiftless Loquacious Father; The Pious Defeated Mother Moaning By The Fire; Pompous Priests; Bullying School Masters; The English And The Terrible Things They Did To Us For Eight Hundred Long Years. Above All -- We Were Wet.

Before The Famine, Which Was In The 1840s, That Was An Emotional Turning Point... There Are Various Documents Showing How The Elizabethan English, In Particular, Were Shocked By Irish Displays Of Affection, By The Way Women Acted Toward Strangers, Walking Up And Putting Their Arms Around Them And Kissing Them Right Full On The Mouth.

Sing Your Song. Dance Your Dance. Tell Your Tale.