A Story From the Old Country Brian Leyden On St. Patrick’s Day, with a clump of shamrock in his buttonhole and a couple of pints of stout under his belt, my father announced in the bar: “This year, I’m going to the mountain to cut turf.” The other drinkers roared laughing. If he had been living in Galway or Mayo or the wilds of West Kerry his decision to harvest fuel … [Read more...]