I waved goodbye to Scotland as I flew across to Dublin, and met a friend of mine I haven’t seen in over 14 years. Larry retired from being a Physician Assistant and made his home in Ireland several years ago. As I knew I was going to be in the neighborhood, so to speak, we agreed to meet in his new hometown of Waterford for a few days.
We did spend a little time in Dublin, and went to the medieval museum in Waterford, along with the Waterford crystal store. I didn’t buy any for several reasons, one of which is that a few years ago the Waterford store laid off thousands of its workers with essentially a “piss off” when they moved operations out of the country.
There is a Gaelic term called craic, which loosely translated, is about lively conversation and camaraderie. Yet it’s more than that, lying somewhere beyond where words can go.
I’m not one to frequent bars. I’m not a fan of cigarette smoke, nor do I drink. You might ask, what’s the point? But it was worth going to the pub to spend time with an old friend, make new ones, and to spend some time getting to know them. I would say it was great craic.