Well, a belated Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all. Boston or Chicago, it’s a holiday of particular note, most notable in both locales for fantastic parades and cavalcades of drunken louts. Here in the Hub our soon to be Cardinal granted a special dispensation to the flock with regard to eating meat on Friday. Thus, everyone was forgiven for knocking down some corned beef. I heard a priest on the news say he thinks it would relieve the need for so many confessions, to which I thought do you honestly think this reduce the sins associated with the holiday. “Bless me Father for I have sinned, in a word Guinness.” Be that as it may I hoisted a couple of drinks myself and look forward to a few more today as the Terwedow clan convenes for their annual celebration, complete with the corned beef, cabbage, and Ali’s scrumptious soda bread. So enjoy the weekend and heed the words of my favorite cantankerous Irish character, from the film Hard Day’s Night. In one of the all time best lines in the movie, the Samuel Beckett looking little man, in firm reprimand, cracked, “You should be out paradin’ instead of sittin’ here and reading your stupid book!” Doesn’t everyone love a parade?
In other news, here’s best wished to my mother’s speedy recovery. Get well soon. Ali has finally finished all her licensing responsibilities for her programs, with great fanfare. Now she will celebrate with a much deserved vacation to decompress and make headway on the wedding plans. Finally, in response to a request about more information on Keri’s new gig, she is switching to a different law firm, one that is smaller and willing to pay her a whole lot more dough. So, she’ll basically be doing the same kind of work, only with a smaller firm and a different legal specialty. Hopefully, it will be a fantastic fit.