Finding Kevin Donleavy

Jerry Crilly, Frank Cullen, and Shannon Chance craic-ing it up at the Cobblestone.

Thanks to an awesome third space, we’ve located Jerry Crilly’s long lost friend, Kevin Donleavy.  I met Jerry when I was in the Cobblestone with my mom last month, and he asked me to help him locate a guy he’d met here in Dublin in 1985. He knew the guy lived in Virginia–somewhere near Ivy–so he considered me an expert.

That night at the Pub, I Googled Kevin and found that he’s taught at UVA and the University of Richmond. He plays traditional Irish music, and is a scholar of all things Irish.

I had some trouble locating him, though. It seems there are NO free phone look up services on line anymore. What a terrible shame!

I tried sending a message to his UVA email address, and waiting patiently.  But, probably since Kevin has been retired for a while, I got no reply.

Jerry was persistent. He followed up a couple of times, just as I had asked him to do.

Last Saturday, he phoned me while I was sitting in a barber’s chair. He was headed to the Cobblestone to hear bluegrass. Could I come?

When I (finally!) got out of that chair, I hightailed it home to do some more searching.  I found Kevin’s home address and even the first six digits of his phone number.  I signed up for a people search service (the “free trial” type that has to be cancelled or will automatically draw monthly payments).  Nerve wrackingly, the company must have lifted those six digits from some other similar service (like Spokeo).  It failed to provide the four we’d need to place a call.

Frustrated and hungry, I phoned Dave for help and headed to the pub.

When my call came in to Dave, he was on our front porch in Virginia installing new floor boards.  (What an awesome Christmas present!  My baby knows how to do things right!)

A couple of hours later–after I’d grabbed some food around the corner and then some pints with Jerry and his friend–a text rolled in from home.

With a stroke of genius, Dave thought to Google “Kevin Donleavy” along with the six digit I’d found.  Dave then texted me a screen shot of the reaming digits.

I passed them on to an elated (and somewhat inebriated) Jerry

I soaked in a little more craic, and then headed for home. It appears this is a good time to introduce you to the term craic, which is pronounced “crack” and has been described by a helpful soul on UK Ask as:

Jerry’s text.

Best Answer – Chosen by Asker

Irish word for fun/enjoyment that has been brought into the English language. usu. when mixed with alcohol and/or music. 
‘Bhi craic agus ceol againn’ : We had fun and music. 
Fun doesn’t really cut it though. General banter, good times had by all. 
Also, a person who is good fun/great company. 
It was great craic. 
She’s great craic when she gets going. 
He’s great craic when he has a few pints on him. 
What’s the craic? 
How’s the craic? 
The craic was mighty.
Note: Very tricky to get away with saying this in the US without getting strange looks for police officers.
After yoga tonight, I found a text waiting from Jerry. I’ve uploaded the text for you to see.  Feel free to celebrate by grabbing a pint of Guinness or Bulmer’s!
And that, friends, is part of the magic of third space!

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