NiftyNiblick
1960s Chick Magnet
We got bombed with another foot or more of snow.
I'm not familiar with cabbage soup. Did you create it yourself, Rev?
Normlly, I only eat cabbage in cole slaw. (I think that there's cabbage in cole slaw. Whatever it is, it isn't cooked.)
Don't like sauerkraut.
Cabbage is more of an Eastern European thing, I always believed;
although it's also in St. Patrick's Day boiled dinners, but I've never had one.
I guess St. Paddy's is coming up fairly soon.
Boston has no shortage of Irish folks, but not in the North End where I grew up.
We leaned more toward lasagna than boiled dinners and more toward red wine than beer.
I did have a good Irish friend years ago who probably drank close to a case of beer each day.
Never showed it. He was one one the best softball umpires in all of Massachusetts.
He was also a fellow union rep. He was also well over three hundred pounds. (So were his sisters.)
He was also a practicing Catholic (I'm getting quite repetitious) , unlike most of the rest of us miscreants,
and despite his love for beer, he gave it up cold turkey during Lent.
Again, I'm no expert, but I think Lent is the time between Mardi Gras and Easter.
The first day people smear ashes on their foreheads. Even I've done it, just for humorous effect.
The one day in that span that he strayed, with full Papal dispensation according to him, was St. Patrick's Day.
That would have been asking too much. No beer on St. Paddy's is worse than no oxygen to an Irishman.
He died at 51, which wasn't particularly shocking.
They named a race after him at Rockingham Park, but thorobred racing is dying in these parts and the track has been demolished.
I'm not familiar with cabbage soup. Did you create it yourself, Rev?
Normlly, I only eat cabbage in cole slaw. (I think that there's cabbage in cole slaw. Whatever it is, it isn't cooked.)
Don't like sauerkraut.
Cabbage is more of an Eastern European thing, I always believed;
although it's also in St. Patrick's Day boiled dinners, but I've never had one.
I guess St. Paddy's is coming up fairly soon.
Boston has no shortage of Irish folks, but not in the North End where I grew up.
We leaned more toward lasagna than boiled dinners and more toward red wine than beer.
I did have a good Irish friend years ago who probably drank close to a case of beer each day.
Never showed it. He was one one the best softball umpires in all of Massachusetts.
He was also a fellow union rep. He was also well over three hundred pounds. (So were his sisters.)
He was also a practicing Catholic (I'm getting quite repetitious) , unlike most of the rest of us miscreants,
and despite his love for beer, he gave it up cold turkey during Lent.
Again, I'm no expert, but I think Lent is the time between Mardi Gras and Easter.
The first day people smear ashes on their foreheads. Even I've done it, just for humorous effect.
The one day in that span that he strayed, with full Papal dispensation according to him, was St. Patrick's Day.
That would have been asking too much. No beer on St. Paddy's is worse than no oxygen to an Irishman.
He died at 51, which wasn't particularly shocking.
They named a race after him at Rockingham Park, but thorobred racing is dying in these parts and the track has been demolished.
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