Because my family is from Northern Ireland, I like to wear ORANGE and green on St. Patrick's day to illustrate my desire for a united nation. I was kicking myself all day that I wasn't able to make my usual statement. My colleague, Gina Boland Daley (she's a little bit Irish) showed me a picture of her children all dressed up for school in green. I was delighted to see that her daughter had a lovely green and ORANGE bow in her hair.
We take St. Patrick's Day very seriously in Buffalo. Our parade has been in existence for almost 70 years and it's held on a Sunday close to March 17. I never go because of the insane amounts of beer and vomit on the street. On the 17th of March I like to be off the streets by 6 p.m. to avoid the drinking public. In Canada, I believe only the province of Newfoundland and Labrador actually have a statutory holiday on March 17. Believe me, that 's a good thing. You don't want to go to work with someone drinking Newfoundland Screech.
But, while I was lamenting about my lack of (apparent) Irish sentimentality, something amazing was happening at home. The temperatures soared and my wee pond completely thawed. When I went out tonight after work to check it out, I witnessed a miracle (pictured). One lone ORANGE koi swimming quite contentedly.
Once the fish were out, the pond was drained and the lines were capped. And, as you know, this winter was brutal with sustained temperatures below freezing for weeks. The small amount of pond water froze and was covered with a ton of snow.
The fact that anything lived through this winter is beyond me.
There is a legend about St. Patrick and it has nothing to do with snakes; rather it has to do with the "lifting" of the Lenten meat fast on March 17. Apparently, St. Patrick was keeping a pork roast for 'emergency' eating (?). He became remorseful about it and threw it into a stream. God sent an angel and the roast was turned into a bunch of fish. Or at least the legend goes something like that. I understand that pork roast is called Saint Patrick's fish in Ireland and is eaten on March 17.
I wonder if Bill threw an old pork roast into the pond? However that fish arrived, I have dubbed today's occurrence the "Miracle of St. Patrick's Day".
Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.
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