"I worried that the day I would lose my accent would be the day that my identity would be taken away from me. I worried that I wouldn’t be accepted as being Irish anymore when I went home to visit. I worried how much I would assimilate into American culture."
Suddenly it is the middle of June. We advance sharply towards the longest day of our year. In the west, close to the serene Shannon and the silvery expanses of Lough Derg it is almost too beautiful to be true.