St. Patrick’s Day. I can’t say I ever drank green beer…even when we lived in Chicago although I certainly remember it being served. I do have a fondness for the river being dyed green and I remember once watching the parade when it was during the week and went down Dearborn in front of the Monadnock Building where I worked. That’s about the extent of it though.
My only other St. Patrick’s Day remembrance is from when I was a kid and I believe my parents got into a fight because my mother tried to serve orange jello on St. Patrick’s Day. She didn’t grow up half Irish Catholic as my father did.
A few more buildings from our wander earlier this week.
Onward.