In 1981, I was a recently married man. For several weeks of the year, my wife’s work took her all over Ireland and I took as much time off as I could to go with her. While she worked I drove to places I might never have otherwise been: little creeks on the Cork coast, white beaches in Connemara, meandering switchback roads leading to headlands in Donegal.
Everywhere, there were black flags.
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