St. Patrick's Day Parade
My family has a tradition of having a float in the St. Patrick's Day parade occasionally. A major portion of my ancestors came from County Cork, the last name being Horrigan.
It seems that no one in the extended family wanted to have the float in the parade this year, so I thought I'd at least go down and participate. I wanted to drive the big Crew-Cab Land Rover in the parade before it got sold, and I figured this might be the last chance I get.
I convinced Abigail to come ride in the truck with me, and she invited her good friend Meagan. We loaded up on candy and headed down.
The local Land Rover club gets a few trucks to drive in the parade...even though Land Rovers aren't really Irish...they're actually British, we justify it by saying that we're the *Northern Ireland* contingent. As long as we fly Irish flags and leave the Union Jack's at home, people generally get a kick out of the vehicles.
5 trucks...one Discovery, 3 Series IIa's and me were the Rover contingent. The parade route goes down 2nd West and turns into The Gateway. We were the last entry in the entire parade, and I was the last Rover. There was a Triumph TR3 that snuck in behind me...I am kind of bummed that I can't say that I was the very last in the parade...second-to-last will have to do.
When I got home I found this bucket of red potatoes sitting out. Apparently Polla wanted to have them taken care of since they weren't going to be eaten. I figured it was appropriate...Irish...potatoes...get it? Anyway, I'm thinking that I ought to plant them, they might actually turn into real potatoes.
I rototilled the garden in the afternoon, so the planting could happen any day now.
It seems that no one in the extended family wanted to have the float in the parade this year, so I thought I'd at least go down and participate. I wanted to drive the big Crew-Cab Land Rover in the parade before it got sold, and I figured this might be the last chance I get.
I convinced Abigail to come ride in the truck with me, and she invited her good friend Meagan. We loaded up on candy and headed down.
The local Land Rover club gets a few trucks to drive in the parade...even though Land Rovers aren't really Irish...they're actually British, we justify it by saying that we're the *Northern Ireland* contingent. As long as we fly Irish flags and leave the Union Jack's at home, people generally get a kick out of the vehicles.
5 trucks...one Discovery, 3 Series IIa's and me were the Rover contingent. The parade route goes down 2nd West and turns into The Gateway. We were the last entry in the entire parade, and I was the last Rover. There was a Triumph TR3 that snuck in behind me...I am kind of bummed that I can't say that I was the very last in the parade...second-to-last will have to do.
When I got home I found this bucket of red potatoes sitting out. Apparently Polla wanted to have them taken care of since they weren't going to be eaten. I figured it was appropriate...Irish...potatoes...get it? Anyway, I'm thinking that I ought to plant them, they might actually turn into real potatoes.
I rototilled the garden in the afternoon, so the planting could happen any day now.
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