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Somewhere on the road from Dingle through Tralee and north to the Tarbert ferry crossing, we passed, huddled in weeds under trees by the side of the road, a ruined stone structure to which a stuccoed addition had been attached, a onetime rural pub surely done in by the tough Irish "drink driving" laws. 
     At one end was a red door with a sign the identified the pub as "The Bay" but it was the yellow door at the other end with the broken pane of glass and the lucky yellow horseshoe that spoke to me.