Happy St. Pat's

Happy St. Pat's. It's one of my favourite days of the year. I was fortunate enough to get to spend one in Galway, Ireland. It was brilliant, watching the parade, singing in the pub, drinking Guinness, in the only country where Guinness tastes like it should (though the Toucan in Kingston, Ontario does a good job).
St. Patrick's Day is a paid holiday there; a very civilized country is Ireland.
George Bernard Shaw said, "Ireland, sir, for good or evil, is like no other place under heaven, and no man can touch its sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse."
Which I became has yet to be determined (that depends on who you talk to and what they consider to be important in life). But changed, I was.

Hats of to Ireland and to St. Patrick himself.

Cheers.

"Before I was humiliated I was like a stone that lies in deep mud, and he who is mighty came and in his compassion raised me up and exalted me very high and placed me on the top of the wall." - Saint Patrick