Ah yes…it’s St. Patties Day, me pals. Time to put on the greens and let the Irish in ye shine through like the mornin’ sun. Now, if I’m ta be honest ya, there isn’t as much as a drop of Irish blood pulsing through me veins… German/Austrian is the region my kin come from. But on the 17th of March it doesn’t make much difference, now does it?
No…today we are all as Irish as little a leprechaun. And I’m not talkin’ about that pip-squeak Martin St. Louis, either.
And ya know…every time we stumble across this time of year, I’m reminded of an old girlfriend of mine that I knew so many years ago when me pants were not so wide and me hair was just a wee bit fuller. She was a lovely gal with bright green eyes and locks of red hair that flowed in the breeze. She made the best Irish stew, did this beauty of a gal. She would get some meat and potatoes and some Guinness stout. She would serve up the stout…and toss away the stew.