I wasn’t able to put together a St. Patrick’s Day post that I felt was worthy (flying north for a memorial for my uncle). So here’s my St. Pat’s post from two years ago. – Happy St. Patty’s Day to you and yours!
“Drink is the curse of the land. It makes you fight with your neighbor. It makes you shoot at your landlord and it makes you miss him.”
– Irish Proverb
I’ll return to the series of my “Personal Top 10 All Time Favorite Films” in my next post. But for now, here is a modest departure in tribute to St. Patrick’s Day…
My mom, I’m pretty sure, was a third generation Irish-American-Catholic.
Growing up, every St. Patrick’s Day, our dinner would consist of corned beef, cabbage and boiled potatoes. None of us kids wanted to eat this ghastly, peculiar dinner. But mom said that one day a year she was going to have a traditional Irish meal and we could eat it or go without dinner if we liked.
Nevertheless, I remember eating the potatoes and that was about it. While I’m proud of my Irish heritage, my dislike of…
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