I was rowing a currach off the George Washington Bridge, in New Yorks hudson river. Most of the crew were old hands. It was a big 26 foot Kerry naovog so we had about six in the boat, one new member, an american in amid the Ireroid currach crazies. Liz O Hara, sais, in her sweet Derry swinging tones, Ach lets go over t Lahrrys house again tonight after the rowin, the crack was great their last night! Well the new rower got very quiet, thinking he had fallen in with a bunch of ulster crack addicts, rather that crac fiends. Crac, for our American cousins, is the good times, brought about by comradery, music and generally hilarity, rather than chemical means. Thanks Ania, and as always, sorry no fada Lorcan na currachi