Rowan has been sitting in his print shop for years.
Rowan sells rare and expensive prints.
He reads The Irish Times and does the puzzles and chats up the trade who wander in on their way to St. Patrick's Cathedral.
No computer, no cell.
He likes it that way, and, while he is far from rich, he has paid the bills and travels a lot and loves what he does.
Can we all say the same?
His face is red to start and it gets redder with every joke and laugh. He rises to shake hands after a friendly talk about one thing or another, and recommends the Marsh Library (closed on Tuesdays) and the Casino (maybe Thursday.)
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
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