Okay, okay. I’ll ‘fess up. You long time readers know me too well. I’ve posted this picture before, and no, I obviously didn’t take it. In case you’re not familiar, that’s yours truly up there in my crib. I was about 40 days old when this picture was snapped in 1968. I’ll let the pieces of the puzzle come together for you folks. My parents did this to me. ON PURPOSE.
I’m from an Irish family, moreoever a proud Irish Father and St. Patty’s was quite the event in our household. Green beer, shamrocks and Molly Malone.
I’ve been on the wagon (queue collective gasp) the entire month of March but today I’ll raise a glass or six in honor of the Irish, Danny Boy and my proud Irish pop, Joe O’Donnell. I miss him every day.