ennismore, the holy land.

Yesterday I went to my hometown (read, wee hamlet) of Ennismore to vote at the local Catholic parish, St. Martins. I saw old members of the Ennismore clans... the Sullivans, O'Donaghue's, Gallants, Perdues and Galvins. I read their names on parish plaques. Ennismore is a funny little place. I got recognized by the president of the Rotary club because when I was twelve or thirteen I had won the local speech competition. I haven't seen the man in five or six years.

I doubt the speech was that good.