Who is Hud?
Welcome to Hud’s Corner Pub! In my younger days, I always wanted to own an establishment where folks would walk in knowing that they’d leave with a smile on their face and a glint in the eye. In Ireland, the pub’s just the place. The topic-menu is endless, the stories humorous and the information close to the truth. While disagreements are allowed inside, and usually par for the course, meanness crosses the line. In this house, our concern for the good of our community in the morning far outweighs the needs of false pride. Here, the success of each discussion is measured by “win/win” alone. So, the rules of engagement demand that each participant makes sure that nobody loses.
I’ve been told that such a goal is impractical and too idealistic. That’s rubbish. If we never strive for the positive, we automatically give too much weight to the negative and the “good” always seems beyond our reach. Besides, it’s my pub and I reserve the right to refuse service to all stupid and unruly persons.
Usually, there are three types of folks who frequent the pub on a regular basis. It just so happens, that they represent the three greatest influences in my life.
Over yonder, you’ll find the Marines. They’re pretty gung ho and they say “Semper Fi” a lot, especially to all who shared the cup.
Then you’ll find the Irish folks all over the place greeting each other in Gaelic. They love to talk, but watch out, they’re all blessed by the wee ones. You know, the little spirits who hang out at the end of every rainbow.
As a matter of fact, the little folk seem to have blessed that third group as well. They’re the liberals. They look calm enough, but if you get up close you can see the zeal in their eyes and the set of their chin.
Well, I’m glad you’ve dropped by. In Ireland, we say “Gia dith!” That’s, “God be with you!” in Irish (geeah ditch) and how we greet a new friend. Enjoy your stay.
On April 21, 2004, I left Helena, Montana for Vietnam. It’s been over thirty years ago since my last calendar…my countdown to the world. I feel like I’m going home again, but this time, it’s to Vietnam. I’ll share this journey with you. Then later, out of the dark and under a warm sun, I’ll tell you what I remember of the shadows, the time in between, and the Helena years.
Epilogue to the trip..
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