I went to Anam Cara to finish a literary piece that I was scheduled to read to the Cincinnati Literary Club. As a professor of law, I needed a place to go to free up my artistic rather than my scholarly side. It was a splendid place with excellent support. The paper was read November 16th after a trial read to the residents of Anam Cara the night before we left to return to Ohio. Its themes were metaphors for coping with illness, retirement, East-West encounters, justice, roots of Western tradition and religion — all through the eyes of a kid with a new red wagon, which became a stream of cars and risk-taking and bets. The paper was very well received. Ireland's magical tradition of words close to life and death on the Beara Peninsula infused all my creative energies while I was finishing my piece. (See Excerpts from Residents Work Page for a selection from Gordon's "Red Wagon" piece.)
Diane Porter (Chula Vista, California, USA)
A Word That Should Exist: Anamcarafied — a state of total peace after having spent a fortnight in southwestern Ireland.