The above is not a complaint, it is simply a fact. I tried uploading what were admittedly large photo files, using the internet in a hotel room in Sligo and the internet on an Eireann train from Sligo to Dublin, and no dice, the people. What was meant to be a post filled with beautiful pictures from Drumcliffe is now a bunch of aborted uploads because who has the time, you guys? Especially when there is sleep to be had, or not had, and poems to write, and, you know, neolithic passage tombs to be visited?
So this note is just to say, for anyone who is reading, that I have a thing or two to say about Drumcliffe and Carrowmore, and I will say those things, and with pictures, but not until I get back to the land of the free, home of the brave internet of my workplace and household. For tomorrow, we end our visit to Ireland, which has been glorious and too brief and like a star in how bright and brief it is and was. See you then and there, America. Please have a snack and some different shoes waiting.
here's a poem