Both Mom and I agreed that many times on our trip we opened our mouths
to say hello to someone we knew realizing at the last second that we
didn't know them at all. They were another in a series of Irish
doppelgangers (talk about crossing the language streams) for American
friends or relatives who are just a fistful of generations from Ireland.
Here's a sketch of some tractors at rest on the road outside Clifden, and a photo of Mom on our trip.
Thanks for looking.
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