Burnin' up the road

I'm headin' down to Finglas. How many folk, I wonder, begin a blog with the best of intentions only for their enthusiasm to wane and the whole thing end in a whimper several weeks later? I'm sure the answer to that question is zillions. Not I, though, the old writer who lives in a boxcar by the river. With the help of William Burroughs, I would actually describe it as fill land that had once been a dump heap - now unused; five acres along the river which I inherited from my father, who was a wrecker and a scrap metal dealer.
Anyway, as I said, with the aid of Leonard Cohen, I was heading down to Finglas. I had this old address of someone that I knew; we were high, fine and free; you shoulda seen us! That's when I spotted heaven's vault up ahead: blazing, burning, brilliantly, brightly! A Saturday sky above the M50, Dublin. As I've often said before, it's at times like this that the iPhone camera proves invaluable. Without further ado, I whipped it into my hands, took aim and fired for all I was worth.
I spent the rest of the car journey listening to "Dead Man Blues" by Jelly Roll Morten and smiling with a superb sense of satisfaction to myself. I reached Finglas in one piece.
Please take a quiet moment to enjoy the photograph (not to mention the paragraphs).

Almost overcome with humility,

Brian

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