Of Tunes and Tangles
(And the story of the one who mastered them both)
And so the last morning of summer found me crossing the field just beneath a rocky mountain and trudging down the long slope of the hillside. A somewhat ragged looking sign marked a small gathering of houses down in the valley:
A Village on the Irish Countryside
Which you'd never remember the name of anyway
I nodded to myself, satisfied. Life was good. Life was simple.
I'd originally been on my way from Cork to Belfast, where I was going to attend a top secret meeting concerning IRA, but when I passed through Limerick I discovered that someone had removed all t