Posted by Murrisk on October 31, 2001 at 05:31:14:
The wake he was at.... he was a Dannahy boy from the butt of the Paps. He fell under a train at Penn. Station. Mick took the day off to go to the wake, and on the way he called into a Speakeasy, it was during prohibition, where he struck up a friendship with an American born Kerryman. They used to call those narrabacks, so the two set out for the wake. The narraback didn't know Dannehy or the sky over him, but he said he'd go along for the fun of it. They called to a few more saloons on the way and when they arrived they were spifflicated, paralytic, and missed the funeral parlour by inches. They went in the next door knelt down and mustering all the reverence they could, they began to pray. Where were they kneeling but up in front of a piano with a lid up. Luck of God, they didn't put their elbows on the bed. They got up and walking away the Narraback said to Mick: 'I did not have the the privalege of knowing your friend, but I must say he sure had a fine set of teeth!'