Ouch! That’s what I remember most about being a kid on St. Patrick’s Day. Forgetting to wear green was a bad mistake as you ran the risk of getting pinched over and over again all day long. I never really had that problem, though, as redheads tend to have more green in their closets than any other color.
My red hair came from my grandfather, a nice part-Irish man with the nickname, Rusty. Thank heavens that moniker didn’t stick with me. Did you know that red hair usually skips a generation? My sister, Leslie, gave birth to a beautiful little redhead after skipping two generations. Meet my precious niece, Elise. (Incidentally, this picture was taken on the only snow day in 2007, here in Franklin, Tennessee. Too bad she's not wearing green.)
And speaking of redheads, from what my limited research tells me, it’s a myth that we’re becoming extinct. It’s just not true.
Although my days of chugging green beer have turned into sipping green tea, I still love the excitement of St. Paddy’s Day at our local pub. The folks were flowing out onto the street by 5 o'clock yesterday at McCreary’s when I happened to drive past after work. I wore my green yesterday. But I think I was the only one in the office who did! Ahh, where’s the spirit? As for me, I’ll do anything to hone in on the luck of the Irish.
And . . . I think it worked! I found out at the end of the day on St. Patrick's Day that my book, Whistlin' Dixie In A Nor'easter, will be released in audio! Thank you, Blackstone Audio. I look forward to working with you.
Oh, and a shout out to my dear friend, Sarah Berger. Hope you enjoyed your St. Patrick's Day Birthday, you cute young thing!
Hope your St. Patrick’s Day was lucky. I’d love to hear about it.