I feel like I felt on May 20th 1974 when I got a lift from my father’s friend Hubert and travelled 23 miles west from my hometown to start my first job as a railway clerk in the Goods Office of Claremorris station in the westernmost county of Ireland. Standing in that tiny office, the Chief Clerk told me that part of my job would be to keep the pot-bellied stove stoked in cold weather, which turned out not to be a joke. There is no stove where I write now, but I have the same nervousness, fear of the new.
Essay: The Thomist Page
Essay: The Thomist Page
Essay: The Thomist Page
I feel like I felt on May 20th 1974 when I got a lift from my father’s friend Hubert and travelled 23 miles west from my hometown to start my first job as a railway clerk in the Goods Office of Claremorris station in the westernmost county of Ireland. Standing in that tiny office, the Chief Clerk told me that part of my job would be to keep the pot-bellied stove stoked in cold weather, which turned out not to be a joke. There is no stove where I write now, but I have the same nervousness, fear of the new.