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Downstairs, the main hall was hectic with activity. The last time I’d been here, I had the disastrous meeting with Ann Henderson. I went to the cafe and saw they were advertising every type of designer coffee. I ordered a cappuccino without the chocolate sprinkle. The girl said, “You mean latte?”
“If I wanted latte, you think I wouldn’t have ordered that?”
She gave me the look. After Buckley, I could take it and she backed off, got the coffee and, to coin a vigilante phrase, “charged me an arm and a leg”. I found a free table, sat down. The radio was playing Keith Finnegan fielding a discussion on the use of Shannon Airport by the American troops. Then he said listeners had requested a song by the Dixie Chicks from their new album Home, a track about Vietnam but just as relevant to I
