Michael Joseph Curley strolled happily along the banks of the River Shannon last week. He gazed thoughtfully at the Irish farmhouse in Golden Isle, just outside Athlone, where he and his eight brothers & sisters were reared. He sat with closed eyes in a pew of little St. Mary's Church where, nearly half a century ago, he and a reedy-voiced youngster named John McCormack were altar boys together. He wandered in the ruins of the Clonmacnoise Abbey, just as he had wandered as a moppet, when the...
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