Limerick has a spring in its step, and riches await the people who tap into its potential
I've had a soft spot for Limerick since the time a pretty Laurel Hill teenager from Ennis Road whispered to a freckly, 15-year-old redhead outside the ceili at Irish college that she thought he was special.
These are the events you remember from your teenage years, not the hours of trigonometry, the date of the Battle of Clontarf, or any of the other stuff that's crammed into our heads in an effort to make sure we can perform that bizarre feat of memory gymnastics called the Leaving Cert.
In contrast, we are emotionally conditioned to remember experiences. We store them deep inside us. They can be resurrected by a smell, an image or even hearing – out of the blue – whatever album we listened to 20 or even 30 years ago.