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Coming in to you from Far and Away direct from the Old Country ODD Intergalactic HQ. We’re here to renew our Kundalini energies by OM’ing at the Gallarus Oratory. Its the intense pressure of writing a daily blog don’t cha’ know. Earlier we checked into our Clocháns along Slea Head Drive and expect to take a wee dip in the Atlantic at the stunning Slea Head beach. Do have a care as the waves here can be a bit of boom, bam, like slamming a door
. Dinner with Ryan’s Daughter at 8pm sharp.

We OM’ed long and hard about unhooking Hooterville from the memory tree as a tribute to the great Eddie Albert, but we found that subject too padded for our gaze today. Instead lets relate a story we heard: word has it that Eddie and one Burl Ives were living together way back when in Hollyweird. Burl came home one day and told Eddie about a family just out of the Dust Bowl and living in a train car. The man plays a mean guitar said Burl.

Eddie is said to have replied as: “Well, we have a big place here, why don’t you invite them to stay with us?”. Next day Eddie came home to hear sounds of a guitar in the house. He found big pitchers of milk and a mess of chicken in the kitchen and two children running all around. The man came up to Eddie and introduced himself: “Hello Mr. Albert. Thank you for having us. My name is Woodie Guthrie.”

True. True.

Froggy went a courtin’
and we’ve added a few ends and odds over a the ol’ country store. Stay safe, steal the silverware and thanks for reading and supporting ODD.

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