It was sheer coincidence that I already had a green
St. Patrick's Day hat, I assure you. But when the day of the green hit
and there was a festival on the green (at a city park not too horribly
far from me), I figured I had to go.
Lots of dancing throughout the festival all
weekend, virtually all traditional Irish dances.
What they lacked in having a coordinated routine,
they made up for in enthusiasm.
Dang, now if I'd only brought my horse, I
could have had her shod.
I don't know what impact the Titanic sinking
had on the Irish, but I guess it was noteworthy.
Okay, this is a pretty weak stretch, but I
do love the pink luncheon meat, so it was okay.
Now really... Polish sausage at a St. Patrick's
Day event? That's going just *too* far...!
