The Bard of Listowel has been silent for 10 years
HOW TIME flies. I cannot believe that it's 10 years today since the death of the Bard of Listowel, John B Keane.
It's hard to believe the voice of this brilliant man, playwright and author, has been silent for a decade.
From a room above his pub on Market Street in my Co Kerry hometown, John B surveyed his kingdom, giving us world-renowned plays, and even a weekly column in the Herald.
From his little eyrie he crafted the flow of humanity into unforgettable prose.
John B was a classmate of my elder brothers. He was a private man and he could be caustic in his way, not suffering fools gladly.
I remember an American visiting his bar once. Before he left he told the writer that he really enjoyed meeting him, but he had a complaint: "There is no lock in your men's room."
The playwright replied: "Musha, you needn't worry your head about that. I'm here for 30 years and there was nothing ever stolen from that place."
Listowel Writers' Week starts today. It's a fitting tribute to the great man.