I don’t pause to mention every random day of note that comes along, but then I’ve got a bit of Irish blood in my veins from my maternal grandmother so I don’t mind pausing today to mention St. Patrick’s day.
It’s been nearly four years since I visited Ireland, spending ten days in Dublin and touring a bit around the countryside. I ran a couple races there, drove up to Galway and stopped at the cliffs on the way, drank a lot of beer with a good share of Guinness, and took up a fondness for Irish whiskey.
I can’t say I’m wearing much green today and I likely won’t be out bar hopping tonight looking for a green beer, but I may raise a glass to my ancestors later.
Oh, and I’ll be about six months late to Chicago to see the river dyed green this year.