I'm sure I've told you that maternal great-grandfather came from Ireland with his two brothers and they got into such a fight on the boat that they all gave false names at Ellis Island so they could never find each other again.
What you can believe about the Irish is that really can get angry.
And my great-grandfather added insult to injury by telling the folks at Ellis Island that his name was "Jones"--a Welsh name.
St. Patrick was either Welsh or Scottish, historians aren't sure.
And the whole 'snake thing' is unclear as well.
But it's a great holiday--hope you had corned beef and cabbage and soda bread like we did.
On St. Paddy's day,. everyone is Irish--even him....
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