I wouldn’t venture to say that St. Patrick’s Day was a huge deal in my family, but with my mother’s family being Irish, I do remember it being special.
The next morning we headed out to Southie. The day was absolutely gorgeous, so I decided to travel light (a move I would later regret). By the time we hit the red-line into JFK/UMass, the clouds had rolled into town, the wind had whipped itself into a fit, and the temperature had dropped by 10 degrees. The walk from the train stop to where we eventually ate breakfast wasn’t so bad, but by the time we decided to find a place to watch the parade,
A warm bath and a nap later, I am still trying to shake the cold of today. Stupid