Monday, March 18, 2013

The St Patrick's Day Hound

  I left London yesterday with Irish music ringing out from the Heathrow Duty Free, which was a nice touch. When I got back to Western New York yesterday evening, there was a card waiting from my sister-in-law:

A very American Irish Dalmatian. And here he is again, all lit up...

They just love St Patrick's Day here and it doesn't matter if you haven't got a drop of Irish blood. I expect you've heard of the green beer, the green-ringletted wigs, the St Patrick's Day parade which the politicians just love. That of course is in New York City, 300 miles away. We have to make do with the card section in the supermarket, which, once, St Valentine's Day is over, turns from red to a vivid green.

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