Friday, March 17, 2006
Happy St. Patrick's
I have quite a bit of Scotch-Irish blood running through my veins but nothing like Angry Joyce. My wife is as Irish as her ancestors fresh off the boat. She has the fiery red hair and the temperament to match. She loves the holiday and is very proud of proclaiming her Irish heritage.
I have always had somewhat of a mixed bag of feelings regarding the holiday. I suppose it harkens back to my childhood. My mother is fond of recalling the story of my kindergarten year. I came home crying on St. Patrick's Day and asked her if I were a radish. She was perplexed by my question and asked me why I would ask if I were a radish. I explained to her that I was pinched all day and had got into several fights because people told me that I was a radish and radishes were supposed to wear green on St. Patrick's Day and I was not wearing any green.
I have since learned my lesson and always wear some green on St. Patty's Day and I also try to listen to pronunciations a little closer. So for God's sake people, if you have small children put some green on them today. As for the picture, as the Irish say, Pogue Mahon.