February 27th 2009 I got word the other day that Eddie Keenan is dead. Eddie was 88. A few years ago when I was paying for petrol in a lonely garage in the west of Ireland who was in the place but Eddie and his old friend Cathal Holland. They had been up all night singing and swapping yarns and were now about buying bacon and eggs and bread and butter for breakfast for themselves and whatever household had had the privilege of their company. We three were delighted to see one and other. ‘A bullaí, Gerry’ Eddie exclaimed ‘Fear maith thú! Cad é an craic leatsa ar an mhaidin gheal seo?’ Good man yourself Gerry. What’s the craic with you on this bright morning? ‘Bhí muidinne ag damhsa an oíche ar fad’ explained Cathal as I eyed their slightly dishevelled appearance. Cathal and Eddie are both small, white haired men. Both were in the eighties. Still I wasn’t surprised to learn that they had been dancing all night. In fact with little or no encouragement from me they slipped into a set dan...