Steven Wright5 min readWise CraicsWise CraicChapter 1 Settling into my seat, 13a, I let out a deep breath, relax my shoulders and sigh. My wife and 4 yr old daughter are in b and c,...
Steven Wright10 min readWise CraicsBlue Man GroupChapter 3 It’s approaching 3 in the afternoon when we roll into the Rath Eanaigh stop on the Dart line into Dublin. The oldish lady that...
Steven Wright11 min readWise CraicsBlack Is The ColourChapter 4 Sunday breaks damp with a gray wind and several loosely connected hangovers shared among the crew. Our hotel-room, which has a...
Steven Wright8 min readWise CraicsSweet Child O MineChapter 5 I have the sheets and blankets pulled up over my head at 5:30am. At least it’s quiet, or relatively so. I can hear the patter...
Steven Wright5 min readWise CraicsDingleChapter 6 It’s just before 10pm and Dingle’s early September streets are wet and deserted. Driving into town, a brick seawall borders the...
Steven Wright6 min readWise CraicsPoor Robert MitchumChapter 7 Dehlia is still sleeping when I wake at 4:30am. Brooke is in the exact same position she nodded off in—an indicator that sleep...
Steven Wright8 min readWise CraicsPottery YarnChapter 8 Back at the apartment, plans are thin but suggestions are being liberally flung about the room. Brendan wants to tour the...