3/17/15 RMB Happy St. Patrick’s Day
Dear Rita Mae Brown,
Determined to write something today, I opened my mind and found
it empty from too much work, relying on it solely to navigate me from point A
to point B during recent days. “There has got to be something.” I told myself
as I drove to where I would write to you.
Mike Dooley spoke of infinite possibilities as the third CD
of his book Manifesting Change: It Couldn’t be Easier played in my car.
There it was. I could talk about Mike and how he inspires me. And if I am going
to talk about a book, then how about Murder, She Meowed, the RMB book I
am currently enjoying on my rare breaks. Oh, oh, how about the holiday, today is St.
Patrick’s Day!
Suddenly, a storm of ideas ignited. The thought of St.
Patrick’s Day brought to mind Saturday. Yes, now I’m on to something. San Diego
boasts of the grandest St. Patrick’s Day Parade in the land. I somehow missed
it in my previous decades of residency.
This St. Patrick’s holiday is special, because Teddy came to
visit. We planned to attend The Parade and it was indeed grand. As bright as
the costumes were, the smiles were brighter. Three nephews, two mom’s and a dog
names Zero joined us. Bagpipes played, bands marched and firemen on firetrucks
gently squirted water, on this very warm day, to cool the spectators.
One vehicle passing had men recreating the Marine Corps raising
of the flag on Iwo Jima and I tell the boys about its historic significance. A
nearby man, joins the conversation to say the Navy was there too. I laughed and said “My dad was a Marine, so I
only got that part of the story.”
It was a reminder that who we are and what we know is
impacted by who we’ve known and what we’ve learned. “There are three sides to
every story,” a wise friend used to say.
After the parade we joined the Balboa Park St. Patrick’s Day
Festival. Camped out in front of a stage we watched lovely young Mexican women,
from a dance group in Tijuana, perform Irish dances. Everybody is Irish on St.
Patty’s Day. All one, in at least one kind of way, and all in fun.
Top o’the day to you,
Loraine
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