Now I Have Begun To Get Interested

I Would Love To Write The Story Of My Upbringing In Ireland.

Every Generation Is Obsessed With The Decade Before They Were Born.

Even When They Have Nothing, The Irish Emit A Kind Of Happiness, A Joy.

My Mother Adores Singing And Plays Piano. My Uncle Was A Phenomenal Pianist. My Brother John Is A Double Bassist. I Used To Play The Piano, Badly, And Cello. My Brother Peter Played Violin.

To Be Honest I Live Among The English And Have Always Found Them To Be Very Honest In Their Business Dealings. They Are Noble, Hard-working And Anxious To Do The Right Thing. But Joy Eludes Them, They Lack The Joy That The Irish Have.