Heart must speak to heart and take risks for peace
LAST week, I watched the world go by on a television screen in the Whitfield Clinic in Waterford, while recovering from a hip operation carried out by the literally cutting-edge Mr Patrick Carton, who probably fitted me in between a Munster forward and a Kilkenny hurler, he and his colleague, Mr Tadhg O'Sullivan, being magnets for sportsmen with shot knees.
Three things helped take my mind off fine weather going to waste outside the window. First, the cheerful coverage of the Obama visit. Clare Daly can carp, but I was grateful for Valerie Cox and Miriam Lord's hilarious reportage on the battle between Michelle and the "midgets" of Glendalough.
Second, I was bucked up by Obama's speech in Belfast. Good to get a generous acknowledgment of the crucial Ulster-Scots contribution to the greening of America. And an antidote to Catholic-nationalist mythology – which will get worse with the abolition of history as a compulsory subject at Junior Cert level – that America was built by the Catholic Famine Irish.