Miles Full of Promises of Home...

In America, South Boston and Savannah have the best Paddy’s Day celebrations. Thus, I looked long and hard for a good video of South Boston on Saint Patrick’s Day - maybe some good background views of places like Gate of Heaven parish (if it’s still there), or maybe some ceili dancing, just to get your feet tapping.

Wouldn’t you know, all I could find on You Tube was drunks, brawls, and out of tune singing - or, more likely, brawling drunks singing off key. They also had thirty-second videos of long lines of policeman in the parades.

In other words, the only thing on offer was reality (at least reality after about 1:00 p.m.), so I gave up on Southie. She survives to remind us that God gave the Irish whiskey to keep them from taking over the world. ‘Tis a crying shame he didn’t give it to the Arabs…or that He didn’t teach the Irish what He did the Jews: eat first, then drink.

Instead of a parade, here is Enya. This is my favorite song from her first album. She captured so exquisitely childhood’s great fear and sorrow..


And, for all our readers, my mother's favorite blessing:

May all your roads be downhill,
May the sun be always at your back,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand,
And may you be in Heaven three days before the devil knows you're dead.

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