

The Irish Echo ambassador in Boston, John Foley (he answers the phone, "Foley Law" — there must be a mini-series in that), brought me out for a sandwich in the Green Dragon yesterday, just yards from Quincy Market and beside the former markers of the centre of Boston.
It was in the Green Dragon, reputedly, that a sharp-eared youngster heard the Red Coats discuss their attack on the American forces and raised the alarm, thus saving the day.
Later on Tuesday, I went out to Quincy for a meeting of the undocumented. One of those I met was a young lady from Armagh (she's now 31, hasn't been home in nine years as she's no Green Card) who told me how a con artist milked her for $5,000, claiming he was getting her legal status. He had her undertake a medical and go to New York to get her fingerprints taken. All his meetings took place at Yale University. Turns out he was a chancer preying on the undocumented. He's now in jail, when they arrested him, he was still wearing his Yale top, posing as a graduate lawyer.
This morning, I had breakfast on the 36th floor of 100 Federal Plaza one of the great buildings of Boston, in the rooms of the Boston College Club. Host was Gary Hanley of Invest NI and among the speakers were Valerie Watts of Derry City Council and Micheál Ó hÉanaigh of Donegal County Council. The time is ripe they said for leveraging Derry's qualities to attract investment, not least the new peace bridge from the Waterside to the Cityside. One of the conclusions of our discussion: culture counts. Investors like to go to areas where the esthetic is appealing. Culture counts!
This is the view from the Club and here's John Foley and me. You're right, he is twice the man I am and has a better suit. And we're lucky we caught him in his summer suit because he hasn't worn it since Joe Cahill died — how does he know: when he picked it up from the dry cleaners, the owner said he had left a memory card of Joe in one of his pockets.











