Tino Cassoni was the best baker of bread in our town. His Irish soda bread was superb. Ah, how I loved to eat it warm, with butter melting on it. But his was a hard life….
The club never meets, has no chair or president. It has no paid or honorary officers. It never holds an annual meeting. You have to earn your ticket to be elected to the membership. And the only way to do that is bail out of an aircraft and have a parachute to save your life.
On one day each year we
makeover, paint our faces
wear funny hats
and indiscreetly
relax completely
…for this small town
its future citizens
where despite everything
hope springs eternal.
Recently the government decided to move our Post Office from the main thoroughfare to a dark corner of a modern piazza. Rumours flew around that the PO was being shut down. There were no denials.
easy to forget that without priests and nuns of all faiths in the mid nineteenth century, there were no great organisations to administer the welfare
Greed is a great motivator, killer, winner and loser. Greed is a game, a disease, a way of life, a preoccupation with self and survival. Watching the greedy being confined and confronted by the law, brought down, run out of town, and reduced until they are left only with the things that they came into the world [...]