The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
~James Joyce, Dubliners

A brisk evening out in Dublin in search a heck of a time or, as they say in Gaelic “craic” (crack).

And we’re talking a lot of tears here and some of the greats: James Joyce, W. B. Yeats, Brendan Behan, Oscar Wilde, Jonathan Swift, and Bram Stoker, just to name a few.

This old son managed to keep a mixed crowd of young and old tapping their feet. No, he wasn’t trad; we walked in and he was singing an Elvis tune, then “Miss American Pie” and other old chestnuts requested by the crowd’s Boomers, don’t you know. Nonetheless, he was hot.