Back in the summer of 1985 a couple of rambunctious Irish lads—one 10, the other 13—were out and about in their Dublin neighborhood, up to their usual tricks.
No worries there—they had promised their mums they’d return for supper. “Aye, sure we will, ma,” had they said, or words to that effect, before they went rambling.
But instead of coming back for dinner, they set out on an adventure, a romp that would take them from Dublin across the Irish Sea to Wales, on to London and then New York.
All without the benefit of a ticket, a passport, any form of ID. The story of their escapade made headlines on both sides of the Atlantic.“They decided that they would go on a little wander,” notes Garret Daly, director of Nothing to Declare, an
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