MY FATHER REMEMBER'S BACK When I was a small lad, six or seven, I'd walk the ten miles west with my mother to visit her people. The front of the house was covered in roses, pink and red, You'd smell them at night in bed; I thought I was in Heaven. It's a sight to think it's all gone. LUNAR LANDING You all think, said the barman, you all think that Neil Armstrong was the first man on the moon. Well, you're wrong. Because he wasn't. You see, James Maguire was goin' home this night and a good fourteen or fiteen pints in his belly. There was a full moon (it was July) and there's a hoor of a bend in the road out there by the cross. James took it in fourth and it seems he was blinded by the moonlight and the old Cortina went splash into the lough -- right into the moon in the water. So you could say James landed well ahead of Armstrong. Only he didn't come back. -- Vincent Woods, 2000 issue yearly "Leitrim Guardian"