The main Saint Patrick’s Day parade occurred yesterday, downtown, but the official parade, which always happens on the 17th is in Dog Town today. Dog Town is an Irish neighborhood that got its name during the 1904 worlds fair, because that is where all of the animals were housed and at night the barking of the dogs could be heard. Yesterday, Dan was entertained by Irish revelers, while riding the subway in NYC. Today, Dave plans on drinking some green beer. In Boston, a Japanese restaurant has been advertising green Sapporo beer, because after he discovered Newfoundland, St. Brennan took the northwest passage and discovered Japan too. On St. Paddy’s Day, everyone is Irish.
Here she is the love of my life! This photo is from the time before I met her, but not that much earlier. She is in high school, where we met and she is happy! She is holding a certificate of honorable mention in a science fair and is standing by her science fair project, which you guessed it, was on prime numbers. She has always had a thing for prime numbers. After the obligatory groan at seeing her picture, her most biting comment was that compared to today’s science fair projects, hers looks pretty lame. That’s progress! Science marches on…
This blast from the past, this treasure was unearthed, while she was scanning her parent’s home slides. There are boxes and boxes of them, but she hopes to have most, if not all of them digitized before we visit with her folks next. Harry was going to show Bubs their slides, which he did not have, because we did. He tried testing the projector anyway, just to see if it still worked, but with a blinding flash the bulb died. He tried looking on eBay for a replacement, but to no avail. Modern technology and Anne came to the rescue though. She has been slaving over a hot scanner for what now seems like weeks.
It snowed here a little, but it never really got going. I guess that it was just chillin. I perused social media this week and was surprised by the accounts of Dave’s extensive travels this month. He’d been to the Great Smokies in Tennessee, Portland, OR and as pictured, Park City, UT. I lifted this photo (with permission) off of his Instagram feed. He had tag lined it, “Baby’s first ski trip. Didn’t die!” Portland started off as a 45 minute layover, but bad weather in Boston turned it into a long day and a half delay. It gave him a chance to see some of the town though, including the Oregon Zoo. And he’s not done yet. He has a business trip to Baltimore upcoming soon.
We haven’t gone very far afield this January, no trip to Florida this year. We did get out though, at least for the day, just not very far. We drove over to the De Mun neighborhood, which was a bit of an adventure in of itself. Our plan was to walk through the zoo and maybe catch the penguin march, if they were out. We walked through the Kennedy Forest corner of the park and while walking, we encountered a man who said that he had seen five deer, four does and a six-point buck. We had just passed through that section of the forest and decided to double back and look for them. We never did find those deer. Oh, dear!
We did get a nice photo of this woodpecker, who was making quite the racket. We ended up exploring the forest’s trail system, parts of which are brand new, with lots of switchbacks. The parks department’s campaign to eradicate invasive honeysuckle has mission crept. An idled digger, with a huge claw, stacks of cut logs and green tagged fallen and rotting trees speak of a campaign to tidy up the forest. While this goal is not exactly au naturale, it should be remembered that this is a city park. The effects of this campaign are already self-evident, opening up lines-of-sight and should have made deer finding a piece of cake, but there is still plenty of work left to be done.
We never did make it to the zoo. We eventually hit bingo, turned around and headed back to the car. On the way home, we stopped off at the Greek place, the Olympia, for a late lunch, early dinner combo. It was a delightful afternoon.