Maireann croí éadrom a bhfad

Ruefully remembering raucous revelries in rich regalia at renown regattas and in resplendent restaurants rambunctiously retold in amazingly-allegorical AWE-inspiring alliteration in our AWE20, this year’s Annual Wee Epistle 21 (AWE 21) unfolds with trepidation due to troubling tumults amid tempestuous times tearfully ‘tempting to transcend tempest and tumult to lighten the heart, quicken the step, incite the smile, and produce, dare it be hoped, a much-needed snicker, laugh, chortle or even guffaw! Long-time AWEsome readers will no doubt recall that at this dawning of Ryan Year 21 (RY21) ‘tis our tradition, nay custom, to convey in convivial character the comings and goings of the wee band of Ameri-Irish heretofore and theretofive known as the Ryans, and urgently so lest such splendiferousness fall prey to the ephemeral whimsy of memory and drink; therefore, the flights of fancy and fantasy which follow can be said, and truly so, to be the luck of the Irish, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and the Grace, dare I say it, of almighty God himself - thanks be to God (TBTG)!