On emigration pangs, and a father's glimpsed tenderness and "ordinary, silent strength"... For Sunday Miscellany on RTÉ Radio 1, listen to Michael and Me, by Billy Roche above.
We were bundled into the back of my father's old, battered van - my eight-year-old friend Michael and me - off to stock up on a fresh supply of vegetables for my father’s little corner shop in town.
He was waiting for us outside the school gates when the bell rang. He beeped the horn and, as if it was all prearranged, the door was flung open and then, pell-mell, in we both climbed...
Listen to more from Sunday Miscellany here
