by Dr. Jeffrey Lant Author’s program note. Have you ever been to South Boston’s St. Patrick’s Day parade? It is at the best of times a pitiable thing, ramshackle, disorganized, still smelling of the mother load that Billy O’Sullivan barfed on Monseigneur Murray last year as he bent down to bless the laddie, age 38 …
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant Author’s program note. In the darkest days of World War II, in 1942, Great Britain held… but only held with the thinnest of thin red lines. Its valiant, uncomplaining people were worn, hungry, fearful and anxious and rightly so, for never before had starving the nation into submission been so possible, …
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant Author’s program note. It’s funny how memory works. One minute you’re thinking about the next article you must write regarding the still unsettled events in Kiev, the possibility of civil war and a first rate crisis of universal concern and gnawing anxiety, a real humdinger. The next, your eye having caught …
By Dr. Jeffrey Lant Author’s program note. I have been ill lately, probably the flu that’s going round. If you’ve had it too you know how intrusive, debilitating and oppressive it is, not least throughout the long stages of the night.Sleep is fitful, the bed clothes lathered by acrid sweat, the whole overawed by nightmarish …