I (googled) the Saint of Ireland and was reminded that if there is no story “we shall make one up” to appease the crowd. I am wondering what is legend and what will become “thee legend” after this is all over.
I took a few photos of the celebration at Webb Lake. Located in the north and way out into the woods of Indianhead country, this day, in the of all days becomes a day of silly talk, foolish action, and (maybe) too much C2H60. At the end of the day, no gets hurt and all is returned to normal. But on St Pat’s day there is funny talk and people laughing and candy tossed from the parade floats. We honor the VET. We say high to the fireman. We take self-ees with the sheriff. WE ALL GET ALONE. It’s a normal day in the north woods. Take note city-dweller who is bound and determined to “make something out of nothing.” No great take-away except that an Irish tradition is celebrated to honor the death of a saint even recognized by the Lutherans. Enjoy the pictures.