A parish man who allowed us to think globally
Sean Quinn's singular drive and faith in the region has benefited countless families, says Tommy Conlon
My father didn't know him at the time but he needed a few loads of gravel in a hurry and someone told him to ring Quinn below in Ballyconnell.
The next morning Quinn was at the building site before him -- which was saying something -- in a battered old lorry waiting to tip the load. A country lad, rough enough, but in the end, reckoned my old man, "a great bit of stuff".
He delivered that verdict one evening in the bar of the Slieve Russell hotel some 25 years later. The proprietor, the aforementioned Quinn, had come over to say hello. When he left, my father casually mentioned that he must've been one of Quinn's first customers. He didn't pretend that he'd seen great potential in the young fella back then; all he knew was that Sean Quinn was reliable.