John B and Mary Keane: a marriage of like minds

“I miss him every day and when I wake up in the morning I think we’re going to be having our breakfast together. His presence is still here. I can feel him around the place.” — Mary Keane

MARY KEANE sheds a tear when she talks about her late husband John B.

Ten years after his passing, someone from some part of the world still strolls into the Keane bar in Listowel most days to look at the establishment and talk about the literary man, preferably with Mary or a member of the family.