ABSTRACT
The idea had come up of my going to Ireland with Johnny after the Joint Session. His girlfriend declined to accompany us, but, by the chance of a coffee-shop conversation, a friend of hers came along instead. She was an anthropology student, maybe keen on a field-trip. We went in Johnny’s Minivan, by way of Scotland and the short ferry crossing, camping on roadsides in the rain, sustained by vegetarian staples, tea made by means of our volcano kettle, and the reciting of poetry and the singing of folksongs.
