Hee, excellent! Happy St Partick's Day Junipers!
i knew it. you're a communist traitor.
in all seriousness, these stories are awesome.
happy st patricks day.
Well done! I was reading that and ws completely tranported to Ireland. When someone came into my office (shut up! I totally was NOT reading blogs at work!) I was all befuddled at where I was for a moment.
But what happened to Thomas??
Wie geht es ihnen?
He'll be back; I've got about three more of these in me before the crazy shit dries up.
Excuse me....this was fucking hilarious!
Awesome. I love reading these.
I love that some people have a "calling" for cheese making. A good friend of ours did, as well (http://www.blackstarfarms.com/creamery/cheese/).
Stop in and say hi, if you're ever in that area -- excellent cheese, super cool, laid back folks. And what stories they can tell.
But one thing ... You went to IRELAND to learn cheese making? I know they produce some pretty alright stuff, but ... ?
Hooray for part three! I love these stories. Sad to hear there are only three left, but at least there are three to look forward to.
Also, great new masthead.
these stories are so funny. funnier still as I have a huge amount of irish relatives by marriage, some who have farms. dear god, i can't wait to hear more.
I agree with Cosmicblu, these stories are effing hilarious. Seriously, Dutch, you need to write a book!
He already did, Tina!!
And even occasionally still deigns to write for the Internet Mags
Go on, mock my peeps... "ye thick."
I nearly choked tea out all over my keyboard. Twice!
Heidi, I can vouch for Black Star Farms/Leelanau Cheese as well. They make a beautiful raclette.
Hilarious! More!
Holy boilie, but you spin a good yarn. Weird, earnest European perversion is inherently funny, is it not? The ending's a keen counterpoint to nostalgic Frostian "Mending Wall" Americana. Well-done, lad, well-done.
Also, apropos of the previous entry, home depot and similar crapshacks sell lamp-rewiring kits for like $5-ish.
absentee neighbors make moving fences.
Makes one wonder whether Sisyphus' would have fared better - if only in spirit - if the gods had supplied him with liquor.
I just read the whole series, I had missed them the first time around. GAH! My husband and I spent a week in County Clare, outside of Doolin in a little B&B on the road to the Cliffs of Moher, where we got engaged. Did you ever eat at Nelly's Kitchen, on that road? AWESOME, is all I can say. I can totally picture EVERYTHING you're saying. I am sure I probably drank in one of the pubs you did in Lisdoonvarna! It was awesome and wet and cold and shivery and though I had none of the run-ins with cow shit like you, I can totally picture the WHOLE thing, down to the falling-down burren-walls. FABulous.
By the way, we got engaged in 1995, so I would have to guess 3 years later when you were there, Nelly's Kitchen was still there....
I introduced my future husband (then just friend and traveling companion) to the wonder of mussels swimming in butter at a pub in Doolin in 1997. We 'summited' Crogh Patrick on that trip too...Dan still has the tshirt I bought him at the bottom that says "I Climbed the Reek."
Great story. Happy belated St. Pat's.
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