IRELAND . .Raymond . .An elderly Welsh couple on this train, chats in a precise melodic singsong, an affectionate lullaby language. I eavesdrop and sketch the man, peering from the corner of my eye. He sees me, smiles, and signs my drawing. Two bright-eyed Welsh girls come over, too. They suggest I spend a day in Wales. "Y'er Pres'dent, Jimmy Carter, came hy'er fishin' for saa-mon. Carmarthan is th' next stop. Go to Cothi Bridge." I will.
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