Once again, as the youngest resident of my senior independent complex, I note how often this community takes time out to just have fun. St. Patrick’s Day approaches and we have lots of Irish in residence.
Although the party starts early, the Irish Coffee was abundantly available. The Irish priest came with his baritone and his guitar, to sing the folk tunes, accompanied by “his lads” on the violin and flute. The town’s young Colleens, selected each year for their Irish heritage, their essays, and their volunteer work, came to visit, dance, and socialize.
Yes, the living goes on.
And I wore green.