Mammy's boy Johnny Ronan, his ma and me
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother, said Abraham Lincoln.
A not-quite-as-famous bearded wise man, but one who clearly feels the same about his own angelic mother is Johnny Ronan. I met him with his mother Pauline the other week.
I always had the impression of the internationally respected tycoon as being something of a hard, even foreboding soul. Au contraire, he is more of a big pussycat. Primarily, because he and I ended up hugging his beloved mother, especially after I said that she reminded me very much of my own dear, and sadly departed, mother Maureen. Discussing mothers in Cafe en Seine of a Friday evening? Johnny is evidently a post-feminist new man. He brings his beloved mama to Cafe en Seine, after all.