Life is a blast, if you sip and savor

Published: Wednesday, March 20, 2013 at 15:54 PM.

Throughout the year, my wife Ann pretty well keeps up with the celebrations of the moment, and there are a bunch of them. To that end, a few days ago when I rolled into our driveway. a St. Patrick’s Day flag was flying.

Not being Irish, my connection to that annual observation isn’t strong. I’m not a fan of beer — green or otherwise — and didn’t inherit my mother’s affinity for four-leaf clovers.

But I do have especially fond memories of St. Paddy from old school days. Back in the day, if you didn’t wear something green to school, you got pinched.

I was a good target because I’m colorblind, at least to the extent of being able to differentiate between greens, grays and browns. Not much has changed.

Paddy’s day was spent switching back and forth between being "pincher" and "pinch-ee." By current standards it was serial assault and batteries, regardless of how much fun folks were having.

Which brings me to the one other holiday during which we committed felonies as viewed through today’s prism of political correctness. "Flag Day" isn’t celebrated as it once was.

Way back in that day I’m always talking about, Flag Day was for searching out girls with whom to "celebrate." The ritual was to run up to one, fling up her dress and shout "Flag day!"



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