The day before we sail into New York orders are changed again.We are going to a place up the Hudson River called Albany. The Americans say,Albany? Goddam Albany? Why the hell did we have to sail on a goddam Irish tub? Goddam. The priest tells me pay no attention.All Americans are not like that. I’m on deck the dawn we sail into New York. I’m sure I’m in a film, that it will end and lights will come up in the Lyric Cinema.The priest wants to point out things but he doesn’t have to. I can pick out the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Building, the Brooklyn Bridge. There are thousands of cars speeding along the roads and the sun turns everything to gold. Rich Americans in top hats white ties and tails must be going home to bed with the gor- geous women with white teeth. The rest are going to work in warm comfortable offices and no one has a care in the world. The  Americans  are  arguing  with  the  captain  and  a  man  who climbed aboard from a tugboat.Why can’t we get off here? Why do we have to sail all the goddam way to goddam Albany? The man says, Because you’re passengers on the vessel and the cap- tain is the captain and we have no procedures for taking you ashore. Oh, yeah.Well, this is a free country and we’re American citizens. Is that a fact? Well, you’re on an Irish ship with an Irish captain and you’ll do what he goddam tells you or swim ashore. He climbs down the ladder, tugboat chugs away, and we sail up the Hudson  past  Manhattan,  under  the  George Washington  Bridge,  past hundreds of Liberty ships that did their bit in the war, moored now and ready to rot. The captain announces the tide will force us to drop anchor over- night opposite a place called, the priest spells it for me, Poughkeepsie. The priest says that’s an Indian name and the Americans say goddam Poughkeepsie. After dark a small boat put-puts to the ship and an Irish voice calls up, Hello, there. Bejasus, I saw the Irish flag, so I did. Couldn’t believe me two eyes. Hello, there. He invites the First Officer to go ashore for a drink and bring a friend and,You, too, Father. Bring a friend. The priest invites me and we climb down a ladder to the small boat with the First Officer and the Wireless Officer.The man in the boat says his name is Tim Boyle from Mayo God help us and we docked there at the right time because there’s a bit of a party and we’re all invited. He 359