deja vu … all over again

A couple of blogs ago I wrote about Ruth and Dan and the “right” violin.  Remember, Ruth gave it to me.  Well, after Dan found out about the violin he was taken to the hospital.  He is out now and hopefully will soon continue his research on Irish whiskeys. 

While Dan was in the hospital, Ruth came over for a social distance cocktail and, here it comes, brought a stamp she found in the old house.  One stamp…a George Washington 2 cent stamp…she thought I could incorporate it into some of my “art” work.

Ruth has made a home for some of my stuff while most people wouldn’t give me 2 cents.  Thank you again, Ruth for pushing my stuff.


After she left … what else do I have to do … logged into eBay to see if any stamps like this one were listed.  Quite a few, many slightly different ranging in prices of over $2,000.00 to $1.00.  Once again, one jumps out at me and looks exactly like the one Ruth gave me.


Thank you Ruth above … eBay below.

 Ruth Keep em comin.

Now I have to say posting this will probably blow my chances of getting the old gramophone that she said I could have … whenever she can get it down from the attic. 

The view from their back yard.

I mentioned in the past that her house was once owned by the Huntington Castle family and ya gotta think there is more interesting stuff hidden away.  That is beside the surveillance equipment that a suspected British intelligence agent who once lived there had upstairs in the attic…and that story my friends is for another time.

I put the lead picture in cuz I miss the beach and the mystery of the wandering Wareham conch.  

Memorial Day has come and gone, please remember the true meaning of this day and honor those that made the ultimate sacrifice so that we can live in the greatest country on earth.  At least part-time.

I consider this picture one of the saddest I have ever seen.  Who is he mourning?  I suspect his father. 

I can’t end this on a sad note.  Went over to see Dan, it was about 10:30 in the morning and they invited me in for a chat.  We sat on the porch overlooking the river.  Dan told me he just bought a new Irish whiskey and asked if I would like to try it.  “Only if you join me,” I said.  He did and his research continues…and I might add that I truly recognize how difficult Dan’s research is, therefore, I have offered to help whenever my “busy” schedule permits.

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Hey Google

The other day I asked Google where my keys were and the little bastard said: “How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t do keys”.  Well, then what’s the weather going to be in Clonegal today?  “Rain, no surprise there you stupid fuck.”  OK, then what if I left you out in the rain you little shit.  “You would not only not find your keys but I’ll lock you out of the house you fat fuck.”

The relationship started out on good notes.  I was playing an old Louie Armstong 78 on my gramophone in the pool room.  All the imperfections of the record and the gramophone made it sound “perfect”.  I went into the house and asked Google to play the same song by Louie and it sounded just too cosmetic for me, so I asked for MVY.  It all went downhill from there.

I still have a difficult time understanding how you can put a piece of paper in a machine and dial a number and the exact copy comes out of another machine thousands of miles away. 

A long time ago when I was selling temperature controls I was traveling with my sales representative in farm country in Illinois.  He brought me to see his grandfather that lived on one of the farms.  We had a great chat and it turned to changes in technology.   He went on telling how they used to communicate with the next farm that was miles away.  He would not feed his dog for two days and the dog was trained to go to the farmer miles away to get feed and return the same way.  Carrying messages each way.  He then went on to witness, on TV, man walking on the moon.  Never forget my brief moments with this man.

I really enjoyed traveling and meeting the people of the mid-west.  Much different than the west and east coasts. 

OK Google play “your” favorite song, I say nicely.  Back with  

The Doors – The End – Live At Hollywood Bowl 1968 – YouTube › watch

This is the, end. Artist: The Doors Album: The Doors Song: The End Release Date: January 4th, 1967 Track …

The next morning Google’s gone and so is my last bottle of Jamesons.

This is the end…

Update on the “right” violin.  I’m having it restored and …oh I assume you have read the “Right Violin…it could be a game-changer. 

I miss the greatest country on the planet and I wish you all well on both sides of the pond.

…and as I write this they are pumping out our septic tank…it’s full of shit.



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The “right” violin?

I wish I had taken “before” pictures of my new/old violin.  It was given to me last week by friends from Chicago that live in Clonegal village overlooking the Derry River.

I went over to their house to do some fishing…saw them jumping…but once again that’s why they call it fishing.  After a hard hour of fishing, I joined Dan for an Irish whiskey, which was forced on me.  Dan is into Irish whiskeys and has over 28 different top-shelf brands.  Ruth, his wife joined us and at a social distance, had an enjoyable few with a conversation that led to my blog “The wrong violin”.

If you haven’t read The “wrong” violin you might want to, just to appreciate this blog a bit more.



After telling them about my 234-year-old violin, Ruth goes into the shed in the back yard and brings out what looked like a violin.  It was covered with so much dirt and dust you almost couldn’t tell what it was.  It had no bridge, strings, or chin rest.

She found it in the attic of the house they bought once owned by the family from Huntington Castle, which was built-in 1625, where my daughter had her wedding reception, where Stanley Kubrick filmed Barry Lyndon, where Mike Jagger, Hugh Grant, and others have stayed (My sister and brother in law stay in the gatehouse) and recently was the headquarters of the Goddess of Isis (da Vinci Code).

Barry Lyndon (1975) Poster

Barry Lyndon (1975)

I brought it home and started to clean it up and with a Q tip, I was able to make out the year 1724.  Hey, this thing is pushing 300 years.  I put it aside and went to bed.  All I could think about is this old violin, got up, and went at the inside with more Q tips.

I could make out a partial label and it forced me to do some research on the internet.  What I found made my head spin. Most, if not all the articles I read, led me to believe that winning the lottery big would be easier than finding a rare master maker’s violin.

I continued my research and found samples of labels of the great violin makers.  This one jumped out and slapped me.

I began taking more pictures and tried to get light inside so that those pictures would be clear.

They are clear enough for me.  Look closely and you might agree.

I can’t go anywhere over here, roadblocks are everywhere, therefore I have been sending these pictures and more to violin appraisers and restoration specialists.  I even sent them to Guo Li at “E” Strings in Quincy, Massachusetts.  He restored my 1782 James Perry violin.

The sweet sound that comes out of this baby when played by someone that knows how is special.  His response was “could you bring it in and I will be able to tell you more.”

I will bring it in … don’t know when … as my new/old fiddle and I begin to age together and hopefully… inject a new and exciting life in each other.

…or I could just sell it….ya I could just sell it.

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verses revisited

may your path 

through the snow

always be true

as the cardinal

in your life 

guides you


i remember


she was born

and i held her in my arms

and she became my life

i remember clearly 

i remember yesterday

i remember a little girl

in the sand and in the water

as the seagulls watched closely

and the tide came in and the tide went out

i see my life 

i see a young girl

i remember clearly

i remember yesterday

i remember a young girl

as she looked forward 

to tomorrow

i see a young woman

i remember clearly

i remember yesterday

as she embraced the rain

and the rainbow that showed the way

i see my life

as the sun came up

as the sun went down

as i remember…as i remember

i now see a beautiful, caring woman,

she is true and in love

but just as the sun rises and sets

and the tide comes in and goes out

 she will always…she will always

be my little girl

a bridge over the slaney

soon to cross

connecting friends

and so much more 

winter don’t linger

for i’ll be there

till summer comes

then i’m gone

to catch the sun

looking at a sunset

when a sunrise

was just admired

mornings turn quickly

nights faster

time is yesterday

and yesterday is

gone forever

and forever is 

a long time

oh time, oh time

oh precious time

can tomorrow’s sunrise

deliver more

and hold it gently

and hold it gently

till i need no more


it is cold

and the flowers

are slow to deliver

their message

the valley is quite

only interrupted By

a stay dog barking

in the distance

the old pot bellied stove

is devouring wood and coal

and we’re all mad here

or is it just

the cat and alice

with the white rabbit at a distance

looking for direction and



broken shells

ah but it’s broken

how can you find 

any beauty

in broken shells


just as you would

in a broken person

you only have to

look a little deeper

and you might be

pleasantly surprised

in what you find


Lily oh Lily

the world welcomes you

Lily oh Lily

open your eyes

and you will see

Tom reaching out

to hold your hand

and guide the way

Lily oh Lily

you have sooo much to do


Lily oh Lily

the world welcomes you

…and so do i

the fog rolls in

the sea battered shacks 

are disappearing 

with an excuse 

used by me

people may accept 

a painting’s


when covered with

a haze 


that works with people

as well

i closed my eyes 

to dream a day

a perfect day

but days are never


only dreams

they say

as clouds

sweep through 

and dreams become

days and days

become dreams  

i closed my eyes 

to dream a day

a perfect day


dreams they say

as clouds 

sweep through

and dreams become 

days and days

become dreams 


i closed my eyes

just to see

a day so pure

through a dream 

so free

i closed my eyes

just to dream a day

or maybe more

i closed my eyes

just to see

a day so pure

through a dream 

so free

i closed my eyes

just to dream a day

just to dream a day

or maybe more


storm window

not real 

but it is

windows allow you to see 

the world outside

and the world to

see you


which do you prefer

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When I was in school I booked in a creative writing  class, along with the required accounting course … I still have trouble adding 9 + 9 and I am a creative speller.

I remember writing about a day in my life as a dream and a dream as a day in my life.  It was a bit confusing but my professor thought it was twilight zone-ish and added you might consider becoming an accountant.

Is this all a dream and when I wake up March Madness is all about basketball.

I am not trying to make light of this crisis I am just trying to absorb the magnitude of it all.  We, have not experienced anything like this in our life time and we can only hope that the medical minds of a collective world can come up with a solution.

At the present time, I can not return to the United States.

… but I can dream … I can dream …

And somebody spoke and I went into a dream

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I can read, I can write, I can listen to music and I can love …

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you, now
You got someone to blame?

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head?

Sisters, brothers
One life, but we’re not the same
We get to carry each other, carry each other

Thank you U2 and the Beatles for making my dreams seem real.

Happy St. Patrick’s day all!


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Vote? aaahh haaa

I recently asked readers to submit a guest blog.  Four were submitted.  I thank you all.  

I recruited three people to read them and vote … ah ha…  and I thank you as well

… and the winner was Lesley Carrigg…

A good friend of mine is an avid Bernie Sanders supporter. I am proud of them for passionately supporting a candidate and for being involved in our system of government. I encouraged them to look at a more moderate candidate (Amy Klobuchar) but, they’re not having it. Oh well, I tried. Ok, so here goes, don’t read if you don’t like to discuss your country’s future, calmly. This is why I believe my dear friend is wrong, though well intentioned:

BS wants to stop fracking immediately thus ending our energy independence. We can’t just stop fracking. Phase it out, yes. We can’t switch to wind power or to solar power 💯 believe it or not, they each have a significant downside. We need to explore all energy sources including ( gasp) nuclear. Putting our energy resources into the hands of the Middle East by taking away our energy independence is irresponsible and potentially devastating for US. Review the research of Dr Mike Shellenberger. This is not a simple “stop fracking and we’ll be fine” issue, far from it.

Other BS issues like free healthcare, free education I don’t want to debate. I’m not a socialist or a democratic socialist so there’s no point. People have their opinions and they’ve a right to them just as I have a right to mine. Free stuff just isn’t the way the world works. If you’re not paying for it, someone else is.

But about that I’m not a communist I’m a democratic-socialist thing, a Democrat is not a socialist just like a socialist is not a communist. BS opened that door by saying he’s a democratic-socialist which was never a thing. Bar graph from Democrat to communist I guarantee you has socialist somewhere in the middle.

The former New York City mayor officially announced his presidential bid on Nov. 24, writing: “I’m running for president to defeat Donald Trump and rebuild America. We cannot afford four more years of President Trump’s reckless and unethical actions.” A three-term mayor of N.Y.C., Bloomberg, 77, has been both a Republican and Democrat and is seen as many observers as a more centrist candidate, compared to progressives such Sens. Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth Warren. Bloomberg has also been a fierce advocate for reform to prevent gun violence. He is reportedly willing to spend freely from his billion-dollar fortune, amassed as the head of an eponymous financial and media company, to support his candidacy. Still, he faces a steep — possibly impossible — challenge to winning the nomination, given that he entered the race with only months before voting began.

BS is talking about change that could affect our daily lives in a profound way. Energy costs would soar, availability of energy would decline (what about those pesky wind blades and batteries Malaysia no longer wants) interest rates would rise and significantly so, stock market would have massive declines, real estate values would also significantly decline forcing many into bankruptcy. These are all real threats of a socialist government here. Have you seen photos of grocery stores in socialist countries? They’re nothing like ours.
And that literary program Castro instituted in the 60s BS referred to as this big accomplishment, why weren’t our teachers here up in arms over that statement? What exactly has our education system been doing since the start of our nation? Forefront on that list I guarantee is literacy. Castro controlled which books were read in that literacy program of his btw. Cubans have faced certain death in over-crowded small boats to come here because  Cuba is oppressive. Here we have liberty. There they have communism.

Minimum wage is a big issue for BS. His math on this doesn’t work. Higher wages and higher taxes, the worker makes less. Google it. Check it out for yourself. If a small business owner can afford x amount in salaries, that’s it. The number he can afford doesn’t change because minimum wages increase but the number of employees he hires sure does. Numbers are numbers. Small business owners work like dogs for years. Maybe, if they’re lucky, they’ll make it. Has anyone seen my husband this week?

We need a two party system. Our whole democracy is based on checks and balances. What we’re heading for with BS would bring our current dysfunction of a Democratic Party to a whole new level. Democrats desperately need a moderate. BS must be stopped. Amy klobuchar is correct about this. I’m sorry she dropped out. She’s a good person even though we disagree, she has a temper and is very resourceful when hungry.

When I was first voting for president, my dad sent me an absentee ballot so I could vote. I asked him why knowing he was a republican and I was an anti Vietnam Democrat. He told me voting in this country was one of it’s greatest privileges and that it wasn’t up to him to decide how a person voted only to make sure that they did if he could. I then asked him why on earth he was a republican anyway. He replied: I believe that a government in the hands of the people is it’s greatest protection against a corrupt society. States rights puts government in the hands of the people. No one politician has all the answers. The best you can do is to stick to your principles.

I changed in that conversation. It became so clear to me. I could now hear our leaders speak and I knew what I thought and felt. I knew what to look for in a candidate. I hope for everyone their ah ha moment as well.

As for my friend, I hope they still like me. Peace.

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drive on up date


If your interested and have read my last post…I was approved for my lesson reduction.  I still have to take lessons and then ‘the’ test before I can get my Irish drivers license.

I probably should not have done this but I sent the following today.

Attn:  Brian Mahony 

         Operations Director NDLS


Thank you for your long overdue letter dated 13/02/2020.

Putting the Peter principle aside and that you do not take phone calls, I would like to commend the NDLS for giving you Mr. Brian Mahony, Operations Director, the opportunity to showcase your communication/decision making skills.  Your firm grip on the details of my case and interaction with your agents, who you claim mis-informed me (strange that they did after consulting with their supervisor) can only add to the reputation of NDLS. I will do my part to make my circle of family, friends and political/business aquanticies aware of how I was dealt with….oh least I forget your boss.

In my life in the states I was the President of a TV station and through my contacts with RTE radio an on air interview is certainly possible.  Perhaps you would like to pass on more information about your management skills and background.

Should you make an exception and are able to find my phone number in the many computer updates from my numerous calls please call me …but then again your busy schedule might not allow that.

How sad that would be.

All this started over seven weeks ago because my file was attached to someone from Saudia Arabia.  Ahh but you already knew that … right.


Daniel Neal Carney

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drive on…aaahhh not so fast my man


The Massachusetts Registry of Motor Vehicles, the Irish Drivers Licensing Service and 4safedrivers,…aaaahhh…one takes your money and delivers zip, maybe I should say two take your money and one your metal health …more correctly one seems to be a scam and the other two are bureaucracies that should be replaced by private companies…nah…then they all would be scams…come to think of it they all are scams.

As I mentioned, I am trying to get my Irish driver’s license and I must take driver’s lessons before I take my driver’s exam.  In order to reduce the number to 6, I have applied for an exemption to the 12 lesson requirement by submitting documents from the Mass RMV.  Sounds pretty easy, huh?



What if someone from the above agencies and company read my blog and get a bit pissed off…you might ask.  Living on the edge of insanity. I plan on sending it on to them.

While applying for my learner’s permit I visited an Irish branch office and the agent reviewed the documents that I was to submit to reduce the number of lessons.  Everything was in order.

Two weeks later I got a notification in the mail that all were rejected.

I make my first of many calls to the Irish NDLS.  Typical hold times of 30 minutes or more several times on the same call.

“Your call is important to us. Please stay on the line until your call is no longer important to you.”

It seems that my marriage license and my letter from the Saudi Embassy were received and…I go what are you talking about.  On hold another 30 minutes. Well…well my file has been attached to some towel head from Saudi. Oh we’ll straighten this out they say.  Another week and my next call … we have not received your documents from the Mass RMV. OK, I’ll send another one. Another week and rejected again.  Next call was …why? On hold 40 minutes … the document is not current. I call the Mass RMV and get …your wait time is approximately 40 minutes…I say what else do I have to do and after 30 minutes…your wait time is now 10 minutes…after 20 minutes get…your new wait time is 40 minutes…  Contact one of two people in this story that get things done. Thank you. A new Mass RMV document is sent on via email, included in it is some information about me refusing to take some test and  subsequently landing me in  accomodations next to a serial killer for the night. (that’s another story)

I forward the new document on. Call a few days later.  We do not take email copies. Ask to speak to a supervisor…wait for 30 minutes. OK we will make an exception…send it on again. Receive a rejection email 4 days later saying we do not accept email copies. Call…on hole 35 minutes … oh your correct Mr. Carney we should have noted that on our computers, this should be straightened out in a few days.

…and counting…

4safedriving, the other person that produces, and my progress up next…oh maybe in a couple of days.

…rejected again…we do not accept email attachments…

to be continued…

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Tenerife, Daniel O’Donnell, Stormy Daniels and long cocks


The hunting season is coming to a close and the long cocks are up.

I don’t hunt and as far as long cocks go…I just got my invitation to the “event”… and it reads in part     “You and a guest are invited to the 10th  annual Bunclody long cock competition.  As in the past, the competition will be stiff and well represented by some of the longest cocks in the county.  This year’s judge will be Stormy Daniels (of Donald Trump fame).  She will be wearing full latex, including gloves as she does the cock measurements…”

It goes on … but read

 Bunclody’s 2nd annual “long cock” competition 

first…that’s if you haven’t already.

I can’t believe it has been going on for that long and that that blog is still the most read blog I have written.  Read by people in 24 countries.

The competition has been pushed back to 01/04/2020,  that’s the way the Irish list dates.  

Off to some sun and fun.

After my trip to Venice, I swore never to fly Ryanair  again… but here I am on to Tenerife aboard the airline of the masses.  Some time back they tried to set up sections on their planes that were standing room only.  Didn’t pass government regulations, so they arranged  the seats to accommodate those 5’2″ and under.

While boarding the plane I got to talk to Daniel O’Donnell the famous Irish singer.  I don’t think I have ever heard a song by him…so not so famous to me.

Nice guy.  On his way with his family for a little R&R.


Of course I concealed a bottle of Irish going on and proceeded to have a few and after a while got to thinking about Stormy and her latex gloves measuring the long cocks.  Got me all tingly or maybe it was just the Irish Whiskey.

Just have one comment on the game that I couldn’t watch…1st and goal on the 1…come on.

During the holidays I was asked if I was ever going to have another open invitation to be a guest blogger.  Hadn’t thought about it so yes I am.  Mark Southworth was the first and he was great so … Mark, Lorcan, Michael, Peet and whom ever, send them on to Perhaps I can get Stormy to handle the submissions.  Try to keep it around 500 words, otherwise Stormy might doze off.

On the way back from Dublin, we stopped at the same petrol station at which I put gas into the tank rather than diesel.  Those of you who read about that day might recall me befriending the manager of the station.  She told me of her husband waiting for a transplant and wasn’t sure he would make it…good news he got it and is doing fine.  She remembered me and told me with tears in her eyes.

Oh ya…Tenerife… jodidamente brilliante!!!


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Drive on…


Today is my first driving lesson in Ireland.  If you read my blog you might recall why I have to go through this shit.  OK I’ll tell you again. My insurance company over here will not cover me because I do not have an Irish driver’s license…and while going through this process they find out that I stay in country illegally for  extended periods of time.

My interrogation at the immigration office went something like this.  “How long have you been staying for three months or more in Ireland?”   I say oh about eight years. “No one every questioned you about this?” No I say. I didn’t want to tell them about some arse hole wanting to send me back to Boston on the next plane after I had just landed in Dublin a few years ago.

Oh ya the driving lesson…

The driving instructor is located about 40 minutes away and to get there you must travel on one of the worst roads in Ireland and I might add there are a few of those roads about. 

I must say they just completed a highway extension to Wexford and it looks great.  The reason for building it was to have smooth sailing to Rosslare where the ferries leave for England and France.  Well guess what, they just shut down the ferry service. 

And speaking of “I’m here from the government to help” this crack down on drinking is gone way too far…the garda are setting up roadblocks in the morning to check alcohol levels in your blood.  Then again where else would alcohol levels be? 

I’m running off to my lesson now and I’ll continue this shit in a few hours.

Not so fast.  No lesson.

Didn’t have the fucking proper documents.  I will attempt to get them tomorrow but you have to understand what “I’m from the government and I’m here to help” really means over here.  You’re just fucked!

Now for something more pleasant…it has been raining solid for two fucking days.  The Derry River in front of our house is flooded and Clonegal is about to be washed away.

Then again I do enjoy a water view.

Any one want to put a few “bob” on some thing gets fucked up.  Oh no …this is the day the country shuts down for a month to celebrate Christmas.  OK it’s not a month but if it snows it would be out of action for at least three weeks.

On to the NDLS first thing in the morning to get my provisional driver’s license and all documents were in order …save my medical report.  It was dated last year when I started this shit.  On to the doctor’s office to get it updated.  Was told I would have to get another exam.  Please, I said, could you run it by the doc and see if he would sign off on it.  He did.  

My appointment is this Monday…any bets?

Seems like every thing is in order and my experience with the agent was actually pleasant.  I will to put these documents in the mail today and hope that during this time of the year they get to the proper place before the summer. 

Now I can begin my lessons.  

Happy Christmas.


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