Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the cool, grey, misty island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this Saturday morning, the 17th day of March, 2012, a nice day to be a duck, as the cool ocean waters keep this little sand bar created 11,500 years ago by the Last Great Ice age naturally air conditioned, while the rest of the country, with exception of the west coast, experiences almost summer like temperatures today, with some parts of the Midwest hitting the eighty degree mark, forty degrees above the normal temperatures normally seen during the celebration of a real life Saint from the old country, Ireland, Saint Patrick, whose day in the sun (every year) is shared by millions upon millions of wanna be Irish, attending parades, like the New York City Saint Patrick’s Day Parade at noon. If you are up in New England, be sure to check out the drunken parade in “Southie”, or South Boston, one of the largest Irish-American populations, concentrated, in the world next to Dublin. I do recall being there in 2004 as well as well as one St. Patty’s day romp in the Big Apple in 1989, when I worked at 5 Penn Plaza across from Madison Square Garden in the late ’80’s, enjoying ‘a few’ pints of green beer pouring out of midtown’s many fine restaurants and bars, experiences I would highly recommend. Boston, as well as the Cape and Islands have quite a history with Ireland, and one need not wait until St. Patrick’s Day to enjoy the mark of that lucky country, not when you have Faneuil Hall, on Boston’s Harbor, combined with Quincy Market, bringing one back, right back to the days of ‘yore, with pubs like ‘The Green Dragon’, ‘Patty O’s’ and ‘The Salty Dog’, where you can still feel Revolution in the air… always welcoming one with song, authentic Irish music, every day of the year. So, if you don’t make it to midtown Manhattan today, why not come on up to where it really happens, BOSTON, a great town with rich historical significance and civic pride, a great walking city, where one never knows who one might run into… One can almost hear Paul Revere as he reloads ‘ye ole’ musket, while a ridin’ on his pony, shooting those ‘warning shots to the British?’ (credit reality TV star Sarah, “damn radical liberals”, Palin, a real sport about being completely irrelevant and all), shouting out to all who can hear, “It’s free rib night at Friday’s on Newbury Street! Plus, ten cent drafts! Come one, come all, but, for the love of God, don’t tell Mitt Romney–compared to him, everybody has a drinking problem…!!!”. Have a great week end folks, from the shores of Cotuit, ‘where the ocean meets the wood’, and all of the woodland creatures, our friends in the sea, and leprechauns who share this world with US, I bid you and yours a Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!, be safe, be merry, and above all, just BE! PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M
March 17, 2012
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