Before it's over, let me wish you all the blessings on the day of one of Ireland's patron saints - Patrick. Our other patron saint is St. Brigid. Why have one when you can have one of each? That's what I've always thought.
We ate this evening with our friend, Va. She cooked. We ate. A fair distribution of labor? Probably not. But she's a really great cook so it all worked out for the best.
It has become a tradition for the three of us to celebrate the "High Holy Day", as Va calls it - who can disagree? I look forward to the tradition continuing for many years to come.
On our way home we came across something that represents a first for me here in the US - and I here for going on seventeen years.
Many flashing lights, signs of lanes closed ahead, long lines of cars. None of this was particularly new. Lines, lane closures, flashing lights - all part and parcel of modern car-propelled life.
The sign that said "DUI Check ahead". That, now, that was new. Or new in my experience.
"Unusual," thought I, in a statement of the obvious, and paused to wonder why.
But of course - St. Patrick's Day.
It all made sense. I just wish it didn't