“Riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.”
It’s finally time. Time to hold a wake worthy of the sound and fury that was Gilligan, the black-and-tan coonhound from hell. We’re going to commemorate the noble beast at our house on Saturday, July 31. There will be swimming. There will be music. There will be rituals that will have James Joyce spinning in his grave.
If you’d like to join us, please send me a note and I’ll respond with details. Out of town guests are welcome, of course. The more the merrier.