A lady tried to give me two shamrock shaped chocolates for Saint Patrick's day but my Mommy always told me over and over never to take candy from strangers.
Later I picked up a man with shaved head off the airport bus. If you are going to go for that look I'm quite sure you have to shave your head every day and shine it up with some kind of special wax. I could be wrong. This was a 20 minute ride and it was quiet in the cab, both of us a million miles away and content not to talk. And that damn head back there just shining and reflecting the sun. Refracting colors in my eyes. "Pretty decent day, eh?" I finally said.
"No, this A few minutes later I mentioned that Springtime is just around the corner but he just looked disgusted and irritated and I think he swore at me. Later for you mirror-head.
Then there were two guys headed for the Dropkick Murphys concert. Tonight's was the final show cleverly meant to coincide with St. Patties and all that. One of them was wearing a kilt and had bagpipes and the other one had a harp (harmonica) and they played some music for me on the way to Boston. It was pretty cool. Except for that kilt.
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