by Steve Campbell
John Madigan was an unusual mix. To many he was a man seemingly well out of his time: a blacksmith in a space-age world. To others he had a vision and clarity of thought that seemed prophetic: a visionary in a despairing world.
From his early teens John had a fair idea about the direction his life would take. He spoke often about when he first was exposed to and entranced by “the blacksmiths, foundrymen and wheelwrights of my childhood”. He was humbled by them and, in…
