Meet The Irish
The love of my life has died in Dublin. It was totally unexpected by me. She died in my arms, still with hope that she could get back home to see Rockaway and Brooklyn once more.
At the funeral mass, in Saint James in the liberties, I had introduced a new kind of broadcasting, to Ireland. It was local broadcasting to the various communities, an experiment that was a great success – it caught on and was demanded right across the country, where all the local needs could be aired. Of course, I was asked to guide the newcomer to broadcasting – I was thankful of the opportunity. I used to think, as I stepped into the broadcast wagon in the wild and mild countryside to open up the airways, it was America thought me by attending college in the evening where I learned the art. Margie and I loved to help people by airing their problems. Why, we helped some presidents – it’s true – for instance President Johnson used to communicate with Margie during Vietnam to help the young soldiers link up with the broadcast.
President Reagan needed a little help, as there where ugly signs of abusive conduct. Against the president I was asked by the Broadcast unit at Knork Co. Mayo what should be done to make the president – it was simple, I said Macros, across the Pacific should be told to release the Irish, that Irish priest who Macros planned to kill with trumped up charges – I said on the air that the U.S. President had the power.
Then there was Clinton. We still have communications – I learned to use radio and T.V. for the good and Margie was a great scholar. The columns in the Wave, Meet the Irish, how am I going to carry on expressing good thoughts of peace and plenty for the poor. I have many good friends across America and Ireland. Say a prayer friends that the good and holy thought will continue. I’m sure Margie will beat my side now and always.