GoldenYears

Of Tunes and Tangles    (And the story of the one who mastered them both) And so the last morning of summer found me crossing the field just beneath a rocky mountain and trudging down the long slope of the hillside. A somewhat ragged looking sign marked a small gathering of houses down in the valley: A Village on the Irish Countryside Which you'd never remember the name of anyway I nodded to myself, satisfied. Life was good. Life was simple. I'd originally been on my way from Cork to Belfast, where I was going to attend a top secret meeting concerning IRA, but when I passed through Limerick I discovered that someone had removed all t