Curmudgeon's Corner
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Can You Even Begin to Imagine?
"Can you even begin to imagine the size of the crowd cramming itself into Erin on this St. Patty's Day?"
That was what my wife asked me a few minutes ago. I said that I hadn't even thought about it since I never have been in attendance at that event, but she reminded me of this:
This St. Patrick's Day falls on a Saturday.
We could see temperatures into the low 80s.
Everybody and his or her brothers and sisters will be able to be there.
Okay, this looks as though it could be a 'perfect storm' kinda' thing, doesn't it? Hot temperatures that provoke us to think we're cooling ourselves by drinking just one more beer...or two or three or...? The flowing juices as we see all the bared midriffs and shoulders...and just know that, at least for this one day, we are the most handsome or prettiest member of our sex on the parade route. Let's have another beer to celebrate our good looks.
Then someone in the parade does something goofy and we loosen up even more. Let's have another beer or so to revel in that madness. By this time, even more beers seem to be the order of the day until we can't remember if we drove there or rode there with someone. If we rode, who did we come with? If we drove, why were we that stupid? We coulda' had even more beer if we didn't have to drive home...if and when we find our vehicle.
Someone said there had been thought given to not holding this world-class Erin event this year because it was on a Saturday.
Let us hope that we don't come to rue that this decision wasn't made due to an accident or a riot or injuries or worse.
Can you even begin to imagine?.


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