Tag: Stranded

In 1989, I was twenty-one and had traveled to Ireland in hopes of finding work. When I first got to Dublin, I went straight to a hostel that my guidebook had recommended. It was around noon, and I hoped they would let me check in early. They did, indeed, let me check in early. They assigned me...

As a young man, I became quite enamoured with the punk rock scene. The raw energy of the music, combined with the outrageous fashions certainly epitomised the title of the genre new wave. I loved the music, but I lacked the chutzpah to wear the clothes. Or so I thought. One Saturday afternoo...