Good Whiskey
Comes to Those Who Wait
By J. Herbert Silverman
Special to The Irish American Post
The old adage, "All things come to him who waits" has been fulfilled
in recent times with the resurgence of Powers premium Irish whiskey on
the American market and a favorite at such Manhattan pubs in the likes
of Kennedy's and The Old Stand, as well as elsewhere throughout the country..[More]
An Irish
Whiskey Tasting Primer
Colum Egan, Master Distiller of Bushmills Irish
Whiskey, is naturally passionate about whiskey. He shares his thoughts
on how to properly taste the spirit. To taste whiskey, you'll need your
senses of sight, smell and taste-plus a little guidance and an open mind.
Remember-taste is a personal experience so there is no right or wrong.
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It's
All in Pouring the Pint
By John Madigan
Approaching the High Holy Days of March, let us pause to reflect on
the nature of beer and its relation to the Celts. For more pints are drawn
and quaffed in this season than throughout the rest of the year, in honor
of whichever god, goddess or saint one wishes to honor. [More]
A
Hollywood Director Brings the Dangers of Journalism to the Big Screen
On the afternoon of June 26, 1996, at a traffic light just outside
of Dublin, two gunmen on a motorcycle drove up to Veronica Guerin, Ireland's
leading investigative reporter, and pumped five bullets into her neck and
chest while she was in her car. Less than a year earlier, Guerin had traveled
to New York City to accept the Committee to Protect Journalists (CPJ) International
Press Freedom Award for her reporting on Ireland's criminal underworld.
.[More]
Ireland’s
Oldest Man
By Dipika Kohli
"Life is all memory," said playwright Tennessee Williams, "except for
the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going."
West Cork's Tommy Barry celebrated his 60th wedding anniversary in June.
He also had a birthday—on June 1, 2002, he turned 106.[More]
Hamill
Considers Role of Journalist and Novelist
By John Madigan
For every fact a journalist uncovers, there seems to be an equal if
not greater amount of fiction waiting beneath it, begging to be revealed.
And the best fiction is often that which brushes off those dusty facts
and summons the imagination's powers to turn the possibilities it finds
into the truths we know. New Yorker Pete Hamill has been discovering
these truths for more than 40 years as a writer for The New York Daily
News , The New York Post, The New York Times, The New Yorker and
Newsday. .[More]
In Ireland,
Castles Create a Romantic Landscape
By Alice Vollmar
"I say, would you ask your master if he'd like to join me, King Arthur,
and the knights of my Round Table on our quest for the Holy Grail?" my
irrepressible travel companion yelled at every castle and tower we approached.
[More]
A
Sense of Woodbine, Buttercups Rouses Memories
By Mattie Lennon
When I smell wild woodbine (honeysuckle, to you) I'm no longer a middle-aged
balding, overweight eejit sitting at a computer. No. I am once again 6
years old, standing in a field with my mother on a June evening while buttercups
grow profusely underfoot. [More]
Confessions
of a Shanty Irishman
By Michael Corrigan
Grandfather exclaimed, "Dermot MacMurrough-there's a black Irish name
for ya. Dermot stole King O' Rourke's bride. Not only the girl but her
dowry-cows, pigs! And when O'Rourke, Irish warrior that he was, took her
back, Dermot the coward got help from the Norman French King of England-Henry
II. [More]
The
Cattle Jobber With the One Good Eye
A cattle jobber was heading to the fair near Awnascawil when he came
across a troupe of fairies dancing and partying along the way. He fell
in with the company after drinking some of their magic mead. He soon found
himself on the road into a lonesome pasture where there was a great fairy
fort. They entered the fort through a hole in the ground, like a burrow
into a badger's house. Once inside, the jobber saw that it was a grand
palace with thick tapestries and vast amounts of gold and jewels strewn
about in confusion. [More]
MacGowan
Still Doing the Moooo-sic Thing
By Peter Schmidtke
Shane MacGowan, the former front man for the 1980's punk folk band
the Pogues, lets out a guttural "moooo" as the camera follows him shuffling
unsteadily along a verdant cow pasture in rural Ireland. With a half-filled
bottle of gin in one hand and his raven-haired girlfriend Victoria in the
other, MacGowan chortles and hisses his characteristic alligator snort.
[More]
St.
Paul's Irish Pubs Form Celtic Triangle
By John Madigan
While there are plenty of places to grab a tasty pint in St. Paul —
and plenty more places to hear live music — there are few bars able to
combine these elements with authentic Irish appeal. These days, it seems
bars change ownership and character as quickly as one trend fades into
the next, struggling to keep up with the times. But there is a trio of
pubs, a Celtic triangle of Irish heritage, that have stood sturdy against
the ebb and flow of the tides. [More] |
