Today is Saint Patrick’s Day; the one day of the year where everyone is Irish, and everyone is a lousy stinkin’ drunk. It’s the day my liver used to dread, but now sadly sits around bored all evening looking for something to do.
While I have some Irish roots – I’m one of a very select few (billion) Irish-Americans – I do my best to ignore them. I don’t have anything against people with Irish roots, but I just choose to divorce myself from mine. I’d party down on Our Mother of Sorrows Day, but Slovaks don’t really have a feast day in America. We’re deprived, but at least we don’t have to chow down on ham and cabbage.
Any hoo, enjoy your day, cheer of Notre Dame, and sign Danny Boy to your heart’s content. If you’re out and about tonight, and you have a few – dozen – adult beverages, please make sure someone is the designated driver.
There are other important events and milestones today – at least for me. They’re below the fold.
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Today would have been my maternal grandfather’s 104th birthday. Joseph Remar was the kindest, most decent person I have ever known. He taught me baseball, taught me how to hunt, and in short, taught me how to be a better human being. Pop Pop was and is my most cherished hero, and his passing was the worst day of my life.
I am an imperfect person, but I try to remind myself to act in a way which would make my grandfather proud.
Last, but definitely not least, Only Son, a book I co-authored, was published four years ago today. I figured it was worth a re-plug, in case anyone new to the blog was interested in giving it a read. You can find it on Amazon by clicking here.
The O.K. Corral 
I spent a good ten minutes trying to find something with some green to wear today. My paternal grandmother was a Sullivan. Obviously, the Irish has faded a bit with each generation in my family except for my daughter whose last name is McGinn (the one good thing from marriage #1). She will be celebrating her Irish heritage today with a Shirley Temple of some sort having just had surgery for kidney stones last week. I will be celebrating with my dog and netflix.
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Thanks for sharing these milestones 🙂 My maiden name was Darby and now I’m a McCrane…no denying the Irish heritage for me. Now I’m hungry for corned beef, cabbage, potatoes and soda bread 🙂
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The best thing about Saint Patricks day is the cornbeef is on sale.
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Metoo – I have a pale green dress shirt I may wear to work, but there is a night shift sergeant who is a militant Irishman who claims everyone should be wearing orange. I wear the green to annoy him, partly because it’s fun, and partly because I don’t understand – or care about – the green and orange feud.
Kari – Might as well move to Boston. 🙂
Cathy – Sadly, the alcohol usually is not.
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A picture of a cheeky babe on the front page and a picture of your “Pop Pop” below the fold? It’s official. After my high expectations I now officially have ED.
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Mike – You’re not getting soft on us, are you? In fairness, he would think the juxtaposition was hilarious.
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Let’s just say the ‘let down’ wasn’t a reflex!
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It’s all right if you want to limp away from a while.
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Usually I go for about four hours before I call my doctor (and she’s a cute blonde!), but “Pop Pop” is definitely not my type!
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Discovered Teeling Irish Whiskey, and boy is it good( Teeling was a big IRA guy, so I guess it is a “Catholic” Irish whiskey.. Corned beef done in the slow cooker, cabbage, and boiled new potatoes , but wife forgot to make the soda bread. All in all, a good St. Paddy’s day. I was hoping there was something more braughless under the fold as well.
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I am sick of all these Irish stereotypes. After I finish my drink, I am going to punch somebody.
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You gonna finish that potato??
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