See, this is what I mean, I WAS in Belfast in the early 70's. January of '72, I think. I got to be a "guest" of the King's Own Scots Borders under the Special Powers Act, got roughed up by some local thugs, was takener blindfolded to an IRA safe house, and ended up hitchhiking across the border into the Republic with a smuggler. All-in-all one of the most memorable trips I've ever taken. Thanks for triggering the memory.
I was going to say something pithy and silly to Craig, but I don't know what to say now.


Laura