We must learn how to say the Irish goodbye

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I have just sneaked out of a jazz meet (although it is technically over and folks are mingling) to come to a hotel cyber and key in this article. Not that there aren’t lots of razzmatazz folks over at the mingle. In fact the place is full of lovely ghosts from my past, all bona fide ‘Eve Women.’

There is Vanya Mesopir, with whom we went to Lamu over 10 years ago in a large literary group headed by her Russian professor brother-in-law. There is my friend Sue Kavoi whom we used to go rock and rolling with, at Psys’ Pub and ‘Voo’ (and possibly ‘Choi’) 20 years ago. There was this lady there called Madoka whom we used to share a school bus with 30 years ago as kids, and I had a puppy crush on her sister.