remembrance of things past

October sunshine on the universe.
Ireland's greatest living poet is standing waiting to cross the road at the traffic lights in Newbridge.
He is moderately bemused to be hailed jovially by a certain Ray Baines.
Ray spent some decades on the staff of the Leinster Leader as an ads seller.
He has since retired.
And now.
Ray Baines, formerly of the Leinster Leader advertising department is hailing me from his bicycle.
"They're nearly gone James."
"Who?"
"The Leinster Leader. It's nearly finished."
"Nah Ray. They're still publishing. They're still getting advertising."
"Those aren't paid ads. They're giving the ads away."
He moved off into traffic.
I stood there.
The ghost of a smile crossed my handsome preraphaelite features.