I get this e-mail asking me to pass it on to all my office mates and encourage them to wear green on the 17th..Hey, I don't HAVE any office mates (anymore). How insensitive.
Watching the parade on TV... a real time killer...
I always called my mother on St Pat's since usually (if it was a weekday) I could see and hear it from my office window. Sure, I could have walked one block to see it first hand but remember that crowd thing. My mother (and father) were mostly Irish but I don't think they attended the parade since they were kids. My mother would ask if I wore green and most times I did for her sake. My dad worked in the textile industry and was one of the few Irishmen in that role. I knew he was Irish -- he looked it and acted it -- but after a long day's work on 7th Avenue he'd often get home and express his feelings in Yiddish ----- oy gavult..
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