Right in the center of bustling, modern Phoenix rises a complex of stone structures reminiscent of medieval times.
Pass through the gates and you realize you’re somewhere magical.
The Irish Cultural Center is many things: a monument to a people devastated by famine; a place where Irish-Americans can research their roots; an academy where you can learn to play harp or bodhran, speak Gaelic, or dance Irish and Scottish dances; home to a rare facsimile of the Book of Kells; a library housing collections of Irish literature and history. It is also where the Phoenix International Folk Dancers meet every Tuesday night, in the building pictured below.
By far the largest building is the McClelland Library.
The Visitor’s Center looks like a quaint Irish cottage. It also contains a gift shop.
Though the buildings look hundreds of years old, they were constructed after 2000.
And here is a monument commemorating the deaths of 1,500,000 people during the Great Hunger of 1845-1850:
For more information about the Irish Cultural Center, see their website.
“I did stand-up comedy for 18 years. Ten of those years were spent learning, four years were spent refining, and four years were spent in wild success. I was seeking comic originality, and fame fell on me as a byproduct. The course was more plodding than heroic.”~Steve Martin
Photo of Steve Martin by Joella Marano.
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This will be my last snippet from The Unicornologist. I’m nearly done with the next-to-last edit. I have no idea what I’ll excerpt next week.
The Unicornologist ~ High school freshman Hillary Noone, on a field trip to The Cloisters, receives a prophecy: she is destined to save the unicorn. Though she shrugs it off as being preposterous, soon life imitates art, and she finds herself in mortal danger.
The day after the conversation in my last snippet, Hillary (who’s been camping in the forest to protect Bob, the unicorn) hears a commotion and finds Dave struggling with the unicorn. She screams for him to stop.
Turning back toward the unicorn, the man thrust out one hand; Bob shifted away from a metallic flash.
He has a knife! “No!” Hillary squeezed between the man and Bob, throwing out her arms to protect the unicorn.
“Get out of my way,” growled the man, brandishing the knife.
Hillary felt her underpants dampen. He’s going to kill me–I should run. Then cold resolve took over, and she stood her ground.
The man pulled his knife hand back, ready to attack. In the next instant, Bob suddenly pushed in front of Hillary, and an explosion went off.
Yeah, I know–I’m a horrible person to cut off there. It’s that pesky 10-sentence maximum. What do you think of this small excerpt from Chapter 25? Any suggestions on how I can make it better? Please comment below.
My offerings for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge in response to the prompt All One Color:
Photographs © by ARHuelsenbeck.
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