Going home
The news over the past days of the final end to ‘the war’ in Ireland brought back many memories, some of them strange.
I remember in the summer of 1988 driving on a road out of Galway city heading westwards. Having been an impoverished student not so long before, I was in the habit of feeling sorry for hitch hikers and picked one up on the outskirts of the city.
It turned out that he was an artist, making a few pounds by selling pictures of Galway scenery. He lived …