I was chatting with my father a few days back—he’s of an age where childhood memories spring up unexpectedly into the conversation. He talked about the great time he had with his brothers ‘lepping’ and pushing each other off the end of the pier in Foilnamuck while his father worked on a boat nearby. As…

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I was chatting with my father a few days back—he’s of an age where childhood memories spring up unexpectedly into the conversation. He talked about the great time he had with his brothers ‘lepping’ and pushing each other off the end of the pier in Foilnamuck while his father worked on a boat nearby. As…

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