Sure... ten or twelve generations back.

I wonder why it is that so many people who are not of Irish heritage are so enamored of St. Patrick's Day? Is it the excuse to get stupid drunk, or the peculiar preoccupation with redheads?

All I know is that I'd better find something green to wear tomorrow, or I'll hear about it all day long, in this very Italian town.

I'm always tempted to wear orange instead. I am Protestant, after all. But I'd have to explain it repeatedly, and then take the harassment anyway. Besides, green looks good on me and orange does not.

Random retro pic of the day

I should have dropped this one into the photobiography the other week, but didn't see it then. I came across it tonight while looking for something else, and actually didn't recognize myself at first. All that hair.

( From spring 1998. )