Conal Creedon


Like my danda and my danda's dad, my dad was a cabinetmaker, master craftsman. The lads up in Mulla's said he was a genius; he could make a full piece of furniture, no nails or screws used. I swear to God, you can never really know what goes on in another man's head, but it's hard to believe that something as slapless as a wooden dowel could turn my dad away from the cabinet making. It was like up until then, his whole life swung around Mulla's. But one day, snap! No more. The day of the dowel dawned.



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