Overheard at the grocery store: “If my husband can’t go on the booze on a Friday night after a hard week of haulin’ the crab traps, not much odds about him.”

Funny, a couple of years back I was home for a visit and I gleefully stopped into Foodland in Ferryland with Lola, my wife, mainly to hear the local brogue. “Sorry,” the cashier said. “I am from Ontario and moved here a few years ago.” The other lady said with a grin, “I can’t help you either as I am from Beautiful British Columbia.”

The Times They are a Changing when the Irish are vanishing like The Masterless Men from the shore. Still plenty around. Just have to stop and visit in more places.

Reminds me of the American tourist who wrote in a Blog she was very sad to have visited the Irish Loop. She did not see one thing that reminded her of Ireland. If you don’t talk to people that will happen. The Irish Loop is about the people, not the landscape.

Good Morrow to Ya!