Blowin’ In: Going Home
One lovely June evening, we found ourselves walking away from a riverfront music festival and into an inevitably dank, clichéd hotel bar. It felt counterintuitive to say the least, but we were heading toward a promise, the promise of a great Irish music session. It’s a powerful lure.
Blowin’ In: The Garden in May
Excited by the game, the squirrels tease my spaniel; lithely scampering atop the fence with the