Bloomsday, and the Improbable Possibles

It really is hard to find a sweeter wharf for a cigar than Alderney Landing, as the ferry across gets ready to make way. All shaping up for an extraordinary summer, the purchase of the boat to be finalized tomorrow, three weeks after the topic was proposed just here. Stransky confirming his attendance as well.

Yes, it is set for a marvellous summer. And it was also set for a predictable, profitable fall. Until. Dublin. And the email at an opportune time, just when you were resigned to not needing it. To plan B. It is the superior position, perhaps of the entire multitude of emails launched these past five months.

Not to put the pressure on. But there is a sense of how well this might go, how fitting in various ways that it could be. I would love to walk those streets these next years, remembering the beginning, and the middle, and having the opportunity for a complete reboot. As ever.

Time for the ferry. Just get it Mcmahon. Just get it.