Friday was St. Patrick's Day. On Saturday my sister called and asked me how it went.
"Weird," I told her. " I saw two women decked out in orange outfits. It was kind of depressing."
I guess it isnt' really much of a big deal here. Sure, there were ads for "St. Paddy's Day Specials" and the occasional shamrock in a store window, but it was nothing like the East Coast. As I was driving to a morning meeting I caught a bit on the radio about the parade in in NYC. A skirl from the bagpipes and for the first time since I moved here I felt genuinely homesick.