. .Dungarvey .
. The local hotel is filled with people of all ages - teens
to old folks, who laugh, strut, converse, and relate joyfully across age
boundaries without embarrassment. They seem to like one another. How can
i stay in touch with young people,especially my own grandchildren? I stumble
into a parlor, welcomed by these Irish musicians, who sing the stories of
Ireland. I laugh and tap my feet, sketching, swilling Guinness stout. The
accordion player suggests a route to Killarney where trees arch over the
road, alongside a river with few hills. I'll go that way.