Growing up, I pretty much associated St. Patrick's Day with shamrock shakes, green carnations, and people drinking too much beer (and urinating on Madison Avenue).
When I got older, and became an adult, and moved to Chicago, I associated St. Patrick's Day with dying the Chicago River green, and drinking too much beer.
But last summer, after visiting the West Coast of Ireland, and seeing Croagh Patrick, the mountain where St. Patrick reputedly fasted for 40 days before casting all the snakes out of Ireland...
and the statue erected in honor of St. Patrick in the main square in Westport, Ireland...
I realized that the true meaning of St. Patrick's Day was...
An excuse to drink a pint (or two) of Guinness. (Or some other beer.)
Some things never change.
Wishing you all a Happy -- and safe -- St. Patrick's Day.
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