The Malison of Misanthropy

Seamus J. O'Sheehan understood, better than most, the malison of misanthropy: Pessimism cast upon the human lot reflects a wretched self-image.

Choppy Play, Hew

Hugh Montenegro, the behometh defenceman's wooden Sher-Wood stick serving as an axe, chopped at Sheamus J. O'Sheehan's ankles. O'Sheehan, retaliated not with force of fist but by scoring a goal and then skating past his nemisis as he uttered this simple epithet: "Attaboy, "'Hew.'"

Garage Sales and Garniture

Kieran was fanatical about garage sales. Grainne less so. But she tolerated her husband's acumen for rediscovering relics, allowing some of these historical remnants—such as a vintage American Waltham Watch timepiece—to serve as garniture in the couple's renovated basement.

Seamus J. O'Sheehan: Picnic in La Belle Province

Seamus J. O'Sheehan and his bride set foot up the verdant hill overlooking the calm sea. With his left hand, he grasped his wife's slender hand. In his right, he carried a large red cooler containing the viands the inn's proprietor had prepared for the new couple: roast pork, seasoned with cinnamon, honey and garlic, and then stuffed into two croissants; a semicircle of fou du roy cheese; two triangular pieces of blueberry pie; a large bottle of Perrier; and two wine glasses etched with wishes for a happy marriage: "Tous mes voeux de bonheur."

Impressed by the Fourth Estate

Mick Dupere, an unobtrusive and soft-spoken journalist with an impressive resume, was the only member of the fourth estate that Seamus J. O'Sheehan trusted.