Oh Saint Patty’s Day. It is fitting that the color for your day is green because you have been my Kryptonite through most of my adult life. Is it something in the dye for the beer that makes people go crazy? Is there a study out on that? If there isn’t, we should definitely look into it. Another thing to look into, whatever Pavlovian dog Jedi mind trick happens to people when faced with free plastic strand of beads. I would be very interested to know where all this comes from. I could go into great detail about the problems I have gotten myself into on Saint Patrick’s Day through my college and late 20’s, but I have kids now and I really don’t want them to read this one day. Believe you me, they will know them at some point in their lives when they serve as cautionary tales. But, they don’t need to know them now. Neither do you, really. I will say that something about this day makes me turn into a baby. Maybe more like a toddler. At some point there is crying, words become hard to form (and likewise hard to understand), temper tantrums, running …

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