preliminary findings found no external signs of trauma, the Santa Fe County Sheriffâs Office told NBC News. However, when the Santa Fe City Fire Department responded to a request to conduct carbon monoxide testing, they âdid not locate signs of a carbon monoxide leak or poisoning.â A cause of death has still yet to be determined
Nobody checks on the neighbours in gated communities. Nobody drops in with a mackerel they caught when fishing out on Lough Corrib. Nobody drops in with a cake or a loaf of brown bread they made themselves, and howâs your Mam/Dad/young wan/young lad/sister/brother? Nobody drops a lily in without fail on a particular day in June every year.
In modern day language the word community refers to a group of people who are not in any sense a community, but a series of people isolated from each other.
I donât know. I know nothing about fish and Iâve never been fishing apart from two occasions, the first around 1985 when I got one of those nets on the end of a stick and went to the shallow rocky part of the Dodder at the back of Quinnsworth in Rathfarnham with me Mam and put the net in the water. I caught nothing and the net got quickly washed out of my hands by the flow of the water. I ran away crying.
Then about a year later my uncle (RIP) bought me some fishing tackle over the Christmas from a shop in Woodquay and we went to Salthill and threw out a line. I lost the bait thingy on the end of the line and ran away crying.
I did have two goldfish purchased from Monganâs pet shop in Galway in August 1991 - it was my brother bought them actually. You should have seen us lugging the full goldfish bowl with the fish inside on a car journey from Galway to Dublin on the old road. The second and longest surviving fish died the night before the Dublin v Donegal All-Ireland final in 1992. I suppose that was a bad omen.
I know our neighbour dropped a whole Lough Corrib fish into us on multiple occasions, which was dead sound of him. He was always at me to go out fishing with him, and I said I would, but I never did, and now heâs too ill to go.
Perhaps that fish was not a mackerel but a cod. Or maybe a brown trout.
Where does the Donegal Catch species of fish swim? I genuinely donât know.
Mackerel are easy to catch, in that you need only leave down a feather, or even a shiny hook, and theyâll bite it. They do fight like fuck once they are caught, though, unlike say a pollack, who is like a Man Utd team who goes 1-0 down and just decides âthats itâ and becomes dead weight.
I saw all these films in the Savoy on O Connell st. I was in college on Mountjoy square and we used to head down at about 12 o clock in the day. A student ticket was about 2 quid and you could stay in there for the day, so with some studying of the timetable you could see 3 films for the two quid. We would stumble out onto O Connell st at about 8pm with a sore belly from a stone of stolen pick n mix and a barrel of paid for popcorn. Into Fibbers for 3 pints and the last 40 bus (the peasant express) home. Baoibhinn an la e.