"He instinctively can find the shining greatness of our American culture and does a good job of highlighting it (although he also does have those rare lapses when he writes about hockey, but that is something caused by impurities in the Eastern waters or something)." Erik Keilholtz
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Mark C. N. Sullivan is an editor at a Massachusetts university. He is married and the father of three children. Email
Monday, June 03, 2002 ‘The Wild Geese come in their thousands with the October moon. They blacken the sky and they cry the coming of Autumn. Where there are low marshlands, or sloblands, they settle down, and then the cabins are cooking them with much butter or grease in the bastables all the Winter. About the estuary of the Shannon, and all up the river into Limerick, they must have whizzed and moaned, that Winter of 1691, when Ginkel offered the terms that ended the Jacobite War, and started bitter quarrels among the tired and tattered Irish. The flying Irish, down the Shannon or down the Lee with Sarsfield, looked up at the skies, and took the name, The Wild Geese. It was the end of a period. It was all but the end of a race.’ Seán O’Failáin
Widening Gyre and Mark Cameron offer fascinating commentary on a Canadian challenge to the 1701 Act of Settlement that barred Catholics from the English throne.
Here is a very interesting page on the Wild Geese, the expatriate Irish soldiers of fortune who fought across the world after the defeat of the Jacobites at the Battle of the Boyne. The battle is still being fought more than three centuries later by some on the Orange side.