A day to confess

 

This is a long blog.  You will find no pictures and no humor in it.  It might disturb you and two names have been changed in it.

It has been sometime since I wrote about my experience with disgraced former FBI agent John Connolly and Whitey Bulger.  I was reluctant to do so until both were behind bars.

I have also been wrestling with writing about a day in time of years past.  On occasions I would say, what the heck no one will believe it and on others, I have been hesitant because it might identify the person involved.  I don’t want that to happen. With that said I now put pen to paper.

I will call my companion of this day Sean and you decide if his confessions are true or not.

I must mention that I have told of this day to several Irish born people.  Some are believers, others have discounted Sean as another IRA want to be.

Sean is from a small notorious IRA town on the border of Northern Ireland.  He came to the states in the 70s and has lived, worked, married and had kids since he arrived.

Sean, a friend and I were trying to start up a company.  The concept was solid and a business plan was written. The three of us had extensive experience in advertising, music delivery and television/radio.

Sean and I met at a bar on the north shore of Boston to discuss our next step.  We decided to set up meetings with companies that we had contacts with to see what they thought of our business plan and to test the waters.  At the end of our meeting Sean asked me about my connection to Ireland and then asked what I thought of the IRA. I answered, they’re terrorists.  Our meeting ended with a plan to set up appointments with potential clients during the next week. Once that was accomplished we would hit the road.

Off we go.  As soon as we got on the highway, Sean said “ last week, I asked you what you thought of the IRA and you called them terrorists.  I was in the IRA and I was not a terrorist.” I have listened to many a drunk South Boston guy, that has never been to Ireland, claim they were in the IRA.  Some guy passed a hat around raising money for the cause and they put a buck into it and felt they were now in the IRA.

Sean was different.  I asked him if they had ranks in the IRA.  He came back with “didn’t you have a rank in the Marines?”  I then asked what his rank was. His answer was chilling. “Brigadier General”.  I followed with what did a Brigadier General in the IRA do? He said he was the head of operations under Gerry Adams and Martin McGuinness.  I thought dam, if he is telling the truth he was in the top tier of the IRA.

I then asked what did the head of operations do.  That was all it took, bone chilling stories came one after the other.

“Do you know anything about the helicopter escape at Mountjoy prison?”  he asked. No I didn’t. He said “ I planned it and put all the pieces together.”

The Mountjoy Prison helicopter escape occurred on 31 October 1973 when three Provisional Irish Republican Army (IRA) volunteers escaped from Mountjoy Prison in Dublin, Ireland, aboard a hijacked Alouette II helicopter, which briefly landed in the prison exercise yard.

The history books will detail what happened that day, but the things Sean told me about the planning, kidnapping and practice runs are not in any book or newspaper file.

After asking about my connections to Ireland Sean knew where I went when traveling there.  He told me of his participation and planning of an art heist near where I visited and now live.

Rose Dugdale a posh, rich, well bred young English socialite smashed her way into Wicklow’s Russborough House and pulled off an art heist that made her infamous around the world.  The gang made off with 19 masterpieces by Rubens, Gainsborough and Goya, and the only privately held Vermeer in the world.

He went on about being responsible for getting weapons and briefly mentioning ties to Whitey Bulger and Patrick N**.  His main source was Colonel Gaddafi of Libya. Muammar Gaddafi, who took over Libya in a 1969 coup, saw the IRA as a comrade-in-arms fighting British imperialism and he was partly responsible for providing it with more modern weaponry.

I asked him if he traveled to Libya to purchase the weapons and if he did, wouldn’t his passport indicate his frequent travels there.  His response was “How naive you are Dan, I had eight passports”.

Were you ever arrested?  “Yes, for a minor charge and was placed in a cell with a young drunk Irishman serving in the British Army.  He looked at me and said I know you and I say no you don’t we have never met. The kid says I had your picture taped to my leg with the instructions to kill on sight,”  At that point I didn’t have to ask if he had killed anyone, I knew the answer.

He talked about how small in numbers the IRA was and practically no one knew who was in it.  He attended an operational meeting to deliver instructions for an upcoming operation and those in attendance were strangers as was he to them.

He talked about the British taking his brother up in a helicopter to interrogate him and pushing him out at 30 feet breaking his legs.

I asked him if he was married in Ireland.  Yes he says I was married to the children of Ireland.  Does his American wife know of his IRA background? No!  Does anyone? Yes, you. Why did you leave Ireland? “I was a soldier, we had beaten the British but had no politician to negotiate a settlement.  I felt, my job was done.”

After a long day we parted.  Believe me when I say I was looking over my shoulder all the way home.  We set a date to meet to review potential client notes and to plan our next move.  That meeting never took place. Another week goes by and I start calling. No reply.  I call several times a day for the next week, still no answer or reply. It was at that point I realized that he must regret telling me about his “association” with the IRA and that disappearing from my life would be in his best interest.  I have not heard from him since that day.

Ask yourself why would anyone make this up, if made up why would you not tell other people, and why did Sean disappear from my life.

Sean lives in a small town in Maryland, he is an Eucharistic Minister in the Catholic Church and I wonder if he has confessed to anyone besides me.

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Looking for the “Bone Setter”or Herman the pig?

Six years ago I wrote about the “Bone Setter” and there is not a week that goes by without someone contacting me thinking I am the Bone Setter.  I can’t understand how anyone can read that blog (at the end) and think I am the “Setter”.  This posting is for those that google the “Bone Setter” and get me.

I am not the Bone Setter … the Bone Setter is Dan O’Neill from Myshel, Ireland  and I don’t know how to reach him.  I found him by going there and asking people in the village where he lives.  How Herman the pig found him, I have no idea.

True friends should be acknowledged more often … they know who they are and I value my relationship with them.  Just wanted to share that.

The Kentucky Derby is coming up on Cinco de Mayo and I will be holding court at a watering hole to be determined soon.

Just wondering if what I do at Irish race tracks would work over here.

The above reads…

To whom it may concern:

XXXStar Farm is one of the leading thoroughbred horse farms in the United States.  We have delivered winners to proud horse men and women for over 50 years.

I respectfully ask that you extend admittance privileges to my representatives.  They are in Ireland visiting race courses, thoroughbred farms, and training facilities.

Respectfully yours,

XXXXXXXX                                                                                                                                    Owner       

 

I have been doing this for 6 years.  Each year a different theme.  My attire is aways, cowboy hat/boots and a lot of balls.

What it gets me, all free mind you, and those that dare to come with me, is VIP parking, admittance, private dinning room/bar, pictures with the President of Ireland and a hello to Bono and the Edge.  At one track a 5 course meal, open bar and sitting at a table with some of the big money people in Ireland.

Do I win any money?  Sometimes, but who gives a fuck.

This posting probably blew it all going forward, or it just makes for a greater challenge.

Speaking of challenges, our Celtics with all their injuries have a “bit” of a hard road ahead.  I hope they are still in it when you read this.  As a dear friend of mine says they are entertaining.

Are we not fortunate to have two teams in the  playoffs and one playing in the regular season with the best start ever.  As I write this the Sox are 20-7 … fucking brilliant I might say.

Since I got back it has been snowing, raining and cold.  I came home to get away from all that shit.  I just have to play this again.  I can’t help it.  If you haven’t seen it click on the line directly below and then the video…believe me it is funny.

Irish weather reporting (adults)

 

 

Those that are interested in joining me at JJ’s Cafe to kick off the “time to” club, please let me know if a week day works for you or does a Saturday fit your schedule better.

http://www.jjscaffe.com

How can anyone interpret this to be me.

: http://danielncarney.com/2012/01/the-bone-setter-…ther-forecasting

At the end of the above posting you will get a sample of some of the responses.

I heard from Herman the pig last week and he is doing fine and is scheduled to run in the Pork Belly Stakes next month.

 

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Back to work? Really!

 

Readers of this blog, outside of Ireland, may not follow Irish politics and therefore don’t give a shit about the Presidentbut they may be interested in my quest for employment.

President Michael D Higgins is seeking a second term of office, according to sources in Leinster House.

The Irish Times is reporting that the President will announce his intentions in July.  He had previously said that he would reveal in September whether he planned to run again, with a presidential election due to take place in November.

There has been a groundswell of opinion in Ireland for the unanimous re-election of current Irish President Michael D Higgins.

At 74, he shows no sign of slowing down. Indeed he keeps an even busier schedule than any recent president by all accounts.

Higgins is a renaissance man, a poet, author, politician and statesman, wonderfully fluent in the Irish language and easily able to hold his own on the world stage.

Of course I am a bit of a renaissance man myself.  Writer, violin player (hey I can play the violin solo in John Cage’s 4’33”), painter, driftwood artist and wonderful person. 

Incredibly he was born into abject poverty in Clare and at age five was sent away from his alcoholic father to live with relatives. From such a humble beginning he overcame tremendous adversity to become a member of the Dail and later a minister.

 I recently met him at a horse track VIP function (that story is for another time) and as a result, we have developed a friendship that may become a working relationship.

On the other hand, his insider “tips” on the ponies, I can’t talk about.  His guidance and recommendations  continue to produce some serious coin.

For sometime now I have been looking for opportunities to work part time in Ireland and in the US.  Since meeting President Higgins I have had a number of productve discussions with his staff about a position promoting and presenting Ireland  to New England businesses.

I would travel back and forth six times a year, business class yet, bringing the appropriate people with me with an objective of expanding US operations in Ireland.  Most importantly, I will be able to keep my quahoging position with the Carney Shell Fish company.

My next meeting with the President will be at my second  art exhibition at (ArtBank) in Bunclody.  I would hope that his staff and I can finalize the details of this working arrangement.

The meeting is scheduled for today at 4pm.  Wish me well and I do hope the little commie leprechaun fucker doesn’t read this blog.

I  also hope that you enjoy this first day in April and that you can find the time to listen to John Cage’s work, if you listen closely you can hear me, just click on the following link.

https://uk.video.search.yahoo.com/search/video?p=John+Cage+You+Tube+4+33&fr=yhs-invalid#id=6&vid=171fb1bdb1d18a47b0c2d3a8e19954d8&action=view

I’m a comin home … so let me know if you are interested in attending the 1st meeting of the “time to” club…

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the “time to” club

 

The other day I posted on FB that Yelp, a company that operates a platform that connects people with local businesses, had listed their top 100 places to eat in the United States.  The only restaurant in Massachusetts to make the list was JJ’s Café in Brockton and they only serve breakfast and lunch.

I believe it was my sister that left a comment “why don’t we all go” and it got me thinking, which is a thing in itself, why not…

My niece has coined a phase “time should get a speeding ticket” and I have stolen it and offer up the “time to” club and propose we have our first meeting at JJ’s.

Sometime back two friends of mine started a moon watch night and on a full moon they would meet at different places, have a beverage or two, play “Werewolves of London” and just enjoy the night.  I went a couple of times and came home with bite marks on my neck.  I have never been the same since.  Now when people are around me they don’t say “watch your back” it’s “watch your neck”.

It seems that every time I see a post from them on FB they are off watching the moon from some Caribbean Island or Himalayan mountain.  

They are true “time to’ers”

So how bout the rest of us, perhaps we can convience them to be our first guest speakers at the “time to” club.

This should be a perfect segway to…time to invite a guest to write an upcoming blog.  The last time I did this the blog was great and the response to it even better.

“Personal Museums” by Mark Southworth on www.danielncarney.com — with Mark Southworth.

back to time getting a speeding ticket.  My last post “A letter for tomorrow” is a letter to my granddaughter offering advice and direction.  It is unfortunate that time will not allow me to witness her acceptance or rejection of same.

Time should get a speeding ticket.

So I ask you to prepare your “time to” list, make plans to attend the first “time to” club meeting and send me a written original,  500 words or less.  Believe me, people from over 34 countries  read this shit.

Last week I posted on FB that Jake cut the lawn. dam good job, well he better get the snow shovel out today cuz this country will be shut down for awhile.  Time to go to work apparently doesn’t apply after this “massive” snow storm.

 

I also mentioned he was abandoned at our door.  A few days ago he goes on an excursion with a couple of other stray dogs and a farmer miles away brought him back.  He has a phone number on his collar. 

 

…and finally… it is time to come home.

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A letter for tomorrow…

 

February 24, 2018

 

My Dear Mae,

Today is your first birthday and this letter is written for tomorrow.

I hope someday your mother and father will let you read it.  Most of contents are just comments on the simple things in life and it is the simple things that will make your days special.

There will be a period of time when these comments will be meaningless and boring to you.  Then things change.  Experiences, failures, successes and mistakes will begin to influence the road you take…and that road will have many bumps and forks along the way.

As one of my favorite movie characters said “Life moves pretty fast and if you don’t stop and look around once in a while it will pass you by”.

Read, read everything you can get your hands on. Ask a lot of questions and don’t stop until you are satisfied and comfortable with the answers.  Grandfathers are a great source.

Write, write more, for it is the written word that will become a painting of your imagination.

Dream, think and create. Formulate ideas, make decisions and mistakes are sure to follow.  Mistakes build character and teach you not to make the same again.

Trust in yourself, you belong to no one.  Absorb, digest and on most occasions, accept and follow the advice and direction given by your parents.  No one will be more loving, supportive and forgiving than them.

Lead…it is more rewarding than to follow. Seek out a mentor. Choose friends wisely for you will be lucky to make three close friends in your life.

Time and love are the most precious of commodities, time is limited and love is living. Treat the street sweepers like you treat the street makers. Be yourself, loyal, truthful and the best at what you do.  

Listen.  Listen to people, listen to nature and listen to silence.  John Cage’s composition 4′ 33″ might help to fully understand the importance of listening.

Remember where you came from and especially where you’re going.

…and while your living large make sure your priorities are in proper order…

…and most importantly…

…be happy, have fun and dance with the pigeons.

Happy Birthday Mae Carney O’Sullivan.

Love p d

 

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2017 Favorite

 

In that this was my favorite post of the past year and it, “the weather” is always a subject of conversation and most importantly I am running out of time to keep my posting streak going.

Irish weather reporting (adults)

And you wonder why my vocabulary turns  to fucking shit when I return to the states.

The two words most used here are brilliant and fucking.  Used together and it describes the highest level of excellence…fucking brilliant (or when I want to clean it up a bit FB)

The video that follows is fucking hilarious.  The broadcast was recent.

 

 

 

A honest to goodness letter to an Irish Magazine follows.  I have included this letter into a few stories but after this video I had to include it again.

Here comes the summer

I am writing to complain about the weather. No wonder we Irish are all half fucking mad.  The fucking weather keeps on fucking changing all the fucking time.

As I write, it’s slightly fucking drizzly and very fucking overcast.  Only ten fucking minutes ago it was fucking sunny!  I suppose in another ten fucking minutes it’ll be  fucking torrential fucking monsoon type fucking rain.

Followed shortly thereafter by fucking Hurricane Biddy (or fucking something) and a fucking asteroid shower!!  For fuck’s sake, fuck this truly fucking Gawdawful bastardin shit!!

In conclusion WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGH!!!!!

 

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 I am a comin fucking home soon and the snow better be gone and this April shower shit on hold and fucking hurricane Biddy is years away.

…and you ask….how was your stay in Ireland?  It was fucking brilliant.  The weather broadcast …. I believe it was on the 1st of April.

Gotta cut back on the “F” word Mae Carney O’Sullivan will soon be dancing in the rain.

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Climb every mountain

 

Climb every mountain…If she is anything like her mother she will… and jump out of airplanes as well.

Christmas has come and gone and time should be fined for speeding…

 I do hope the asshole in the television commercial is enjoying his new Mercedes that was wrapped in a red ribbon parked in the driveway…take the Madison Ave person responsible for this ad outside and shoot ’em.

Christmas music…I won’t go there right now. 

My friend and cable company lawyer practiced in Plymouth and lived in the north end of  Boston.  He was coming home on a snowy/rainy day near Christmas and at least three of four times a week passed this homeless guy and always gave him something. On this horrible day he was carrying two heavy briefcases, plodding through the snow and rain and bends down to give the guy some money.  The guy looks up and says “Is it all worth it?”

OK, I lighten up a bit…

 

…cats, dogs and kids like me…at least I think they do.  Today I am babysitting my granddaughter, Mae and meeting Jake, the dog, for the first time.  Jake is supposed to come home to Clonegal, but I don’t think he is going to be happy leaving Mae.  Can you blame him?

Oh ya it’s just me, Mae and Jake the Snake.  We could play pool.  I know I can beat them and I won’t even have to cheat.  Not to sure about Jake, he might get pissed. 

Getting pissed on comes up later in this blog.

Jake is part Jack Russell and we used to have one called Belle.  She was not the friendliest of dogs and made her point clear with the same friend mentioned above.

He was always dressed in the best suits and shoes that Brooks Brothers had to offer.

He came over our house one day and Belle went to “greet” him.  She pissed on his shoes.  My friend looks up, with no hesitation and says “I have that affect on women”.

That come back line and “what if I had six salads” are fucking brilliant. 

…and you ask what the salads are about.  Another friend was dealing with some medical issues and asks his doctor if he could have a glass of wine with his meal and she says as long as you balance it out with a salad.

I hope all your New Year salads are balanced and your shoes stay dry.

…and that you reach the peaks of all the mountains that you climb.

 

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Un*uckit, watches and Good Will

Am I alone on this?  After watching way too many commercials for this clothing company,  I got to thinking either this guy is loaded or some venture guys said fuck it let’s go with Untuckit.

OK  for those unfamiliar with Untuckit, it is a line of shirts that you don’t tuck in your pants.  Brilliant uh? or as the Irish say, fucking brilliant.

They have stores in New York, Boston, Las Vegas, Chicago and just about all the major cities in the US.

Maybe its just me cuz I’m not a clothes guy, hey I wear them once in awhile, clothes that is, but do they really think this company is in it for the long haul.  I haven’t seen anyone wearing one, have you?  But I’m pretty sure the venture guys that stuck their necks out are all wearing them.

I can picture a bunch of venture guys and ladies around a conference table reviewing companies that they might invest in.  Companies that have potential to make them money, would, no doubt, be at the top of the list.

Someone at the table stands up and says “This shirt company looks like a winner to me, lets set him up in a bunch of brick and mortar stores in all the  major cities in the US and buy a shit load of television ads…we can’t lose on this one.”

I wonder if the Las Vegas store is taking any bets on when the company will go down. 

Hey, I wish this guy well, I hope he makes it but I wouldn’t look for any missing hangers for Untuckits.

…and another thing does anyone else get these messages on FB about free watches?  Ya I got sucked in and I don’t even wear a watch anymore, all I did was pay for shipping ($13.00).  I got three so far … two fell apart and one is pretty nice…and guess what I just ordered another free watch.

I shop at Good Will a lot.  I buy pictures for their frames and yes I do buy clothes from them.  I got these three originals the other day and I checked out the barn painter and his paintings go for @$500.00.  Not a bad find.

 

…and umbrellas in the city is by me.

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November…a time to remember JFK and friends

 

 

They released most of the remaining files on John F. Kennedy’s assassination  and I don’t think we are going to learn much more than what we already know.

…but what I do know is that I was fortunate, in later years, to have two mentors in business that were close friends of the President. They, as was the President, were PT boat commanders in the Pacific during WWII, lived in the same town on Cape Cod, went to the same church, knew of each other but never met.

One was a competitor of mine in the cable television business and a close friend.  The other was the former Lieutenant Governor of Massachusetts and one of the lawyers for our cable company.

Eddie met Kennedy while sitting in an outhouse in some jungle PT base in the Pacific.  Bob was Kennedy’s roommate in Newport, Rhode Island, while they were training to be PT boat commanders.

Eddie shared many stories about Kennedy and one was about running for Governor of Massachusetts.

After he announced that he was going to run, he went to see old man Kennedy at his Hyannis home.  He sat on the porch and they talked about politics and his bid for the corner office.  During their conversation he asked Joe who his favorite child was and he said Robert.  My friend asked why and he said “because he hates like me”.

Eddie told me the answer sent a chill up his back.

Onto the Democratic convention and it looked like Eddie was a shoe in to win.  Not so fast.  Robert Kennedy held a back room meeting with key players at the convention and said to those in attendance that there were too many Irish Catholic Democratic politicians in the state and it would be in the best interest for the party to nominate a non Irish Catholic Democrat…and they did.  (Keep in mind that Teddy was about to run for Senator)

 

President Kennedy was in Boston to make a major speech and prior to heading to the Boston Garden he asked one of his Boston operatives where Eddie was.  He was told of what happened at the convention.  After the speech, the President summons my friend and expressed his displeasure in learning what happened and invited Eddie to visit with him to discuss a position in his administration when he returned from Dallas.

 

We all know what happened next.

 

Years later during my association with my mentors/friends, Bob calls me to join him for lunch and by coincidence so did the Governor.  I told the later I was going with Bob and Eddie asked if he could join us.  Keep in mind they had never met each other.

 

The lunch was 3 ½ hours long and I probably said two words.  I was captivated by stories about JFK, in Newport, as a Senator, President, and friend.

 

I must say the stories were very colorful, daring, funny and were not of public knowledge.

If you are old enough and remember that day and time, November 22, 1963, 12:30pm, where were you and what were you doing?

RIP Bob, Eddie and JFK

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Hats, doors and gramophones

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A door, hat and gramophone walk into a bar.  The hat orders a beer, the door a whiskey and the gramophone a vintage wine.  Another round follows and more after that.  When things start to get a little crazy, the door closes, the hat is thrown into the ring and the gramophone plays Benny Goodman’s “the dreamer in me”.

I collect hats, doors, wind up gramophones and dreams with imagination.

…and as I wrote on one of my doorsIMG_6823“Opening this door will set your imagination free…signing it creatively will give you the key to do so”

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The above door is leaning against the “sibin” a studio, bar, pool and dart room in Clonegal/Abbeydown.  As a matter of fact all the doors are located there.  Hats and gramophones in Milton and Ireland.

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Should be obvious to you all I’ve got nothing else to do…so

I think I’ll listen to Robert Johnson’s “crossroads now.

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