“In the town of Ballybay, in the County of Monaghan, four roads converge beside Lough Mór. The Dromore River meanders south of this Irish town. Tommy Makem, The Godfather of Irish Music sang about a young lass in Ballybay who had a wooden leg to which she tied a string and played it like a fiddle.
Along Clones Road sat an old nursing home where another storyteller was born in 1951. A nun wrapped the infant, Mick Bolger, in a blanket and placing her hand on his head, whispered a prayer in Gaelic that the Lord would guide his steps.
Mick told me how he listened to many stories over the years in the places where Irish stories are shared; living rooms of neighbors, on the bus to school and later in the pubs. The Irish would call him a seanchaí (pronounced shan-a-kee), a teller of Irish stories.”
The story flowed as if Mick had composed the lyrics of a song. Why not write a book like this? I was encouraged by friends to expand the story into a full-length novel. The main character was a fiddle player. And so the story began. This is my second novel.