Wearin' o' the green

Happy St. Patty’s to all that care. Happy March 17th to the rest.

We had corned beef and cabbage at a local pub (well, meaning they have beer, some dark paneling and drunks) and might go back tonight for the stew. To be fair to the place, despite having a wine list and a not-particularly pasty-faced clientele, the first time we went there a guy was pounding beers at the bar and opining about the Sox. All things are possible under Dice K.

We walked to the mall that’s about the same distance from our place here as the mall of my childhood was from my childhood home. A healthy walk.

Everywhere at the mall, I saw flashes of green in T-shirts and on children. Almost to a person, these green-bearers had almond eyes and straight, black hair. Asia, the new Ireland?

Talk with me. Please.

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