Good afternoon fare Stroock's Books reader(s) from sunny and breezy Long Beach Island. We're staying in a lovely one-story house with ample room for everyone and an impressive deck for sunning, enjoying the breeze or just taking in the cool night air. This place is more spacious and comfortable than our normal condo. A pool is the only amenity we're missing, and we were the only one who cared about that anymore anyway.
Still, we drove past the old condo with just a tinge of nostalgia...
We're back from our first morning jaunt at the beach. The breeze was pleasant, as was the water.
We had a beer with lunch. Wish us luck.
We've no idea what the womenfolk have planned for the afternoon. Shopping, probably. We'll stay here and get some work done.
Speaking of....yes, we've been reading about Ireland and its infernal Troubles. again. About this we are mildly distressed. We wonder if this time last summer we thought we'd have World War 1990: Thatcher's War wrapped up by now. Maybe? Well, we've spent the morning learning ourselves real good about the Ulster Defense Association, a paramilitary group with its own paramilitary group, the Ulster Freedom Fighters. Neither of these groups of lovelies is to be confused with the Ulster Volunteer Force, another group of lovelies. If you need a random Catholic, or taig if you will, kidnapped off the streets of Belfast and murdered in retaliation for an IRA bombing, the UFF were up to the job.
Yeah, we're gonna write a tragicomic scene involving the UFF. They deserve it.
Meanwhile, we'll be considering the Battle of Ardee, in which a reinforced Irish army battalion makes the first concerted stand against the British.
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