With two days left, we were in the mood for adventure!!

We climbed on a train called Dart (“A Train Called Dart” was a tragically underrated TV show in the sixties about a lovable train and its overweight engineer, Captain Lardo) and headed up the coast to a town called Howth. Howth is right on the coast and was supposed to be charming and crawling with oysters. (note to self: screenplay idea… small town overrun by oysters that have suddenly learned how to crawl.) This town lived up to its reputation. We had a lunch there that was unbelievable.

Then we got back on the train in the opposite direction and went to Malahite (sorry if I spell this wrong. No disrespect to the Malahiters….Malahitians?) where we saw a totally different, yet eerily similar, part of the Irish Sea.

After we returned to Dublin, we met up with our dear friend, Paul Brady. Paul is a legendary singer/songwriter who lives here in Dublin, and he and his wife joined Georgia and me for a lovely dinner. There’s nothing funny at all about that, is there? Stop expecting a joke every paragraph. You could crush a man with such expectations.

Tomorrow we are really going nuts. We are renting a car and driving the entire width of Ireland to the west coast to see the Cliffs of Moher. For those of you unfamiliar with this legendary landmark… they are prominently featured in the movie, “On The Waterfront,” starring Marlon Brando.  Those of you with sharp eyes can see them just over Brando’s right shoulder in the legendary scene in the back of the car with Rod Steiger.

They drive on the left side of the road here. I have done this before but I was much younger and my reflexes were not yet dulled by my years in the fight game. Wish us luck.