It's St. Patrick's Day! Time for everyone to be Irish, right?
Am amazed at how many folks aren't wearing green, and when asked why, they respond: "I'm not Irish." Is that a local rule that you have to be Irish to take part in the "wearin o the green."???
With a last name like mine, you might not think that there's much of the Emerald Isle in my blood stream. Actually, there is.
Family lore is that my father's favorite song was "Danny Boy." He and my mother compromised when they named me Daniel. When Mom or Dad were mad, I was "Daniel T!" and amongst close family and friends I was "Danny or DB"...
Now it's just "Dan" which doesn't sound very Irish, does it?
Further adding to my Irish background were the 3 years I spent tending bar in Deadwood at an Irish Pub called "Durty Nelly's"...if nothing else, I gained an appreciation for Irish music on the juke box; drinking Jameson's Whiskey; and making a Black and Tan.
Probably no little leprechaun's in my closet, but the fact is that 9 or 10 generations ago, the North family (on my mother's side) came to this country a few years after the Mayflower. Rumor has it that there's a wee bit of Irish ancestry after all!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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