I remember the thrill of the moment. None of my co-collaborators really thought we would pull it off but, like the lamb, if not to the slaughter, at least to the mint sauce, I’d got my man! Seán O’Rourke, my friend and newsroom colleague, gave an erudite analysis of Irish politics by phone to some ABC affiliate in New York, save for the unfortunate fact that I was the one, awful mock American accent and all, who was really conducting the interview from the main radio news studio, just down the corridor. Gotcha! Seán is mild-mannered, always was, but I…

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