Just by chance, by reading the flyers in town, I happened on the 150th birthday celebration of Oscar Wilde, a native born Dubliner, at Trinity College. They put me on a waiting list for a ticket, and finally opened a new section of seats for us arrivals. The event featured readings by his grandson who looked unnervingly like the old guy himself. I love it that Jonathan Swift's life-long girlfriend, who he never married, is buried beside him in St. Patrick's Cathedral where he was Dean. Even today most churches wouldn't do that. But this is Ireland. I asked around to find out what the picturesque little steepled church is at the edge of St. Stephen's Green -- Roman Catholic, Irish Anglican? No, no ... Unitarian Universalist. On my first visit, my late wife and I visited the medieval tower where William Butler Yeats and his wife lived with their young family. My wife looked around the stonewall bedroom suite and said, "She must have really loved him."