Thursday, March 15, 2007

Wearin' a Little Green

St. Patrick's Day has never been a big deal in my life. My ancestors came from Norway, England, Wales and Scotland; my mother never brought corned beef into the house, and I wore orange as often as green on March 17, being a contrary sort.

It wasn't until I moved to Chicago, home to the likes of the Daley clan, Paddy Bawler and other city machine politicos, that I realized how important ethnic holidays are to the preci'nt captains and ward committeemen.

Of course, if I operated a retail establishment, I would be aware of the merchandising opportunities offered by such celebrations. But I certainly didn't go out searching for a camera-load of Irish symbols for this post. What I've got here is what came my way.

The well lit house over on Park Avenue, where nearly every holiday is celebrated with strings of lights, provided a great chance to wish everybody a happy St. Patrick's Day.

The last time pictures of this house were featured was Valentine's Day and prior to that, Christmas and Halloween. And there below is St. Pat himself, with a pot o' gold. Enjoy.


Anonymous said...

The folks with the green lights must have more money than they know what to do with. Retailers love it when they can get into the money making mode.

Granny J said...

I suppose that the lights are one of their self-indulgences, just as watering plants is mine...

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