Are you like a horse that smells the barn...? I am.

Seems like when I start getting down to only a ring of soap left in a given tub, I start using it more frequently. Like I have an unconscious desire to speed up the completion of something. Anybody else like this...? Here are two I'm working on now:

RR XXX



CRSW Select V1 Puro Fresco



While I'll admit neither are among my top performing soaps, they both smell amazing and I love using them. But part of me can't resist trying to kill them off!

My fool cousins in the I.R.A. told me the most violent member of their column was Jewish. Embrace your ethnic vigor and crush those soap pucks, drive them from their tins, hear the lamentations of their womenfolk. Take no prisoners, eat your dead and give the next two no quarter.

Ha ha, Chris. You may not know that the other half of my bloodline hails directly back to County Kerry. My mom, nee Moore, is just as much a ball-buster as any Ashkenazi matron.

That explains everything! A Munsterman from Santa Monica. While my noble families were defining irish politics with the Tain Bo Cuailnge for the next two millennium you were eating seaweed and trying to surf in coracles and hitting on sea kelpies. I met this kosher mick my cousins talked about; Cohan himself. He told of this tiny village in bandit country along the six county line; said they were all effing pagan druids and just my kind as republicans nor loyalists wanted anything to do with them and both governments were trying to reroute the road around the village ( Dublin wanted to go to the left and Belfast right and niether fools realized they were on track to actually join together.)

Good timing. I'm back home in Kerry visiting family at the moment. I'm a Dingle boy through and through. Great weather!

SIGH- looks out window at another " I love l.A. It's like another perfect day" as immortal 20 something young boys destroy their hearing and sperm motility on motorcycles with illegal exaust systems, a lady let's her dog soil the grass mere feet from a plastic sack dispenser and walks away after furtively looking around and 3 competing religious cults race through the complex knocking on doors. THIS WAS NOT IN THE FLYER FOR ATLANTIC TRANSPORT my great grandmother Hanna Katherine O'Donafin was handed . I want that 6 shillings/ 2P she spent refunded. I'm calling my lawyer. He's jewish and will take on any case in this frivolous and litigious society.

Good timing. I'm back home in Kerry visiting family at the moment. I'm a Dingle boy through and through. Great weather!

Thanks for posting! Looking at the beautiful coastline makes me want to go back. A grey day spent at the main beach at Bundoran looking at uninviting wind chop and 48 degree water has made me yearn for the day I could go back and surf the motherland.

Strange direction this thread has taken, but I like it.

Kav, my Irish grandfather was born and raised in Springfield Masschusetts and only through the great historical accident of the Second World War did end up in California, setting the stage for my potential future existence.

We're just improvising this thread like a bodhran player stumbling around a bothy looking for the lou in the darkness. And spell check just had a meltdown redlining that. I want to visit again so very much.

I was looking at a few pieces of family Bog Oak carvings and started imagining a brush handle. It's either this or replacing my blackthorn stick which mysteriously disappeared recently

8AM here now. I'll post some photos in the photography thread.

My fathers brother and two other cousins emigrated to the Springfield area of MA. Living in Vermont and working in Boston I see them quite a bit. Every face and surname you find here on the Dingle peninsula also makes their home in western MA. I've never seen a stronger connection between two places anywhere else in my travels.