Stroke City blues

May 2015. The music from the bar was keeping me up late at the inn. Folks downstairs seemed to be obsessed with Johnny Cash’s Folsom Prison Blues for it played often throughout the evening. It should’ve been a nice slice of home for a Tennessean like me. Instead, it stirred a nasty feeling within – …

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A timeless time on Inis Mór

May 2015. The map clearly laid out the various routes to take to see the main sights of Inis Mór from the port of Cill Rónáin. I only had a few hours on the island before the ferry returned to the mainland. I could have taken a horse-drawn carriage or a minibus to visit the …

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