Caledonian Ascension

Where to start?  /tig coili, with the 2 Real note above the bar that I stared at, knowing I had never seen it before, until realizing it was Brazilian, and I would be seeing it soon.  After the rest of the conversations, of course.  "Is it really yours, if you throw it away?" said the chalk on the ground on the Long Walk.  I couldn't say... otherwise... I do so love the river, the flow, the magic, the colours, the darkness, the ability to walk down the stairs and lean against the bridge and plan for Louis Treize.  Which must be done.  Hope the Rioja doesn't mind the current.

Just as the music ended, you arrived for pint one.  Fair.  Sure you were more excited upon arrival in '05 with Gatts, it being just a bit much and all.  Except, there were the dollar bills.  That remind you of No Name Bar, and Flemming, and how life could be so easily different if you grew up chanting roll tide or c'mon murray state racers!  Probably.  And yet.  "I see why they sing songs about Girls from Galway" on one.  Not here, or now, but still class.  Even as you arrived, just in time for the end of the fiddles, it was the I'll fly away, on the juke.  Magnificent.

Enough to restore balance to everything by taking that empty glass back.  Past the Montreal girl outside talking to the bleach blonde.  Not worth talking to, at this stage.  But you'll always say that, when you are in such a state.

"I'll keep my head where I want."

"I can get him out of the room..."
 As I thought, the $1 bill so funny - "I love Galway, harder to leave every time..."  Etc. Etc.

The dollar bills, "I love Galway, harder to leave every time..." Heh.  Enjoyed the Bartlett for America, always good memories.  All the different ways a life could go, dependent, etc.  Early tonight, I thought: "Savour it man, he says to himself", as if you could find it, trap it, keep it.  Pint 2 was at long-ignored Buskers, in 10p coins.  Satisfying as it was, how avoid it as they were singing Call Me Al 2/3rds from the end?

Last pint was at the Front Door, 5p coins, and there may just be a picture.  Hopefully, most likely blurry at best but still the idea...  Convos with Mom/Dad, Kath, and Al, tonight... as well as AI.  So yes, I am ready to go, ready to start.  Finding the Joel Plaskett Cd was grand at Oxfam, and perhaps the condo will even be purchased before arrival?

Almost too much, perchance, as I lie here in the sleeping bag that was proffered in the beginning, and blank pillows and comforter and a far-too-heavy suitcase ready for the long way home via Aberdeen and London and Indy.  Alas and alack and amazing.

Love is... like jazz...  and we'll show the restraint unbecoming and unlikely, and save it for another day.  But remembering, of Galway and Ireland and this mad year of 8 months...  the way Babs Shaller looked back at you at the bus stop in Limerick on Saturday.  With that sad smile in her eyes.  See her again, at least.

Yeah, surely.  Just as I will see you again, Eire.  Keep good care of Dick Macks and Peader O'Connoll's and Nancy Blake's and Bernard Shaw's and the Long Walk and ....   everything, lads.  The Cat is in the Sack... go on and win the fecking Euros.  Missed you shall be, my girl, Eire.

Dying all day in thousands of little ways,
Dancing alone, and drinking a lot,
Closing the clubs and haunting the cabarets.
Looking for what?

Another 5.... years of your life,
If you don't cry, it isn't (love) much
If you don't cry, then you just don't feel it deep enough...,

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