Allie was my muse. She would lie and listen for hours to many a sour note (and the odd sweet one too) - but none more sweet to me than her gentle song and prodding bark to let me know it was my turn to pay heed to her and play, and chase, and give her endless fingertip belly caresses
Little one Your time has come Pastures a plenty to roam Treats galore now you are home Snuggles, hugs, and kisses Pain free paradise Peace at last...
We love you Allie June 20, 2001 - January 27, 2016
Liz Carroll & Jimmy Keane circa 1995 Milwaukee Irish Fest
Next weekend marks the 35th Anniversary of the Milwaukee Irish Fest. The same weekend marks the 40th anniversary of myself and that young lady to my right, Liz Carroll -- geez, I wonder what ever became of her??? ;-)) -- winning the All-Ireland Duets -- it's like synchronized swimming without the water… ;-))
Oh, and Liz won the All-Ireland Fiddle that year too.
And I won one too -- not on the fiddle, just on the squeezable one.
a year ago this past Saturday we had our last conversation McGowan. Well, it was by text so didn't really count, although I did enjoy watching you attempt to do so with those big semi-mangled fingers atop the innocent clamshell phone you had until you got upgraded to a more confusing smartphone that had even stumped your brainiac side. I hope heaven is going good for you Jimmy. And remember, he is God and doesn't like to be yelled at too often, even when she makes a mistake and calls people home way, way…
It is a known fact that the penguin is a very ritualistic bird which lives an extremely ordered and complex life.
The penguin is very committed to its family and will mate for life, as well as maintaining a form of compassionate contact with its offspring throughout its life.
If a penguin is found dead on the ice surface, other members of the family and social circle have been known to dig holes in the ice, using their vestigial wings and beaks, until the hole is deep enough for the dead bird to be rolled…