Uncle Pat's Day
Ah, today is when every caucasion American (who formerly drew a blank when asked about their ethnicity, woohoo white-as-normative society) puts on green and claims the great-great-great-great aunt that connects them to Ireland. I'm really not as hostile as that statement makes me seem-- promise. It's just funny to watch suburbanites scrounge around for heritage as an excuse to booze it up.
And I, too. I, too. Sure I'm Appalachian and not at all culturally Irish, but who am I to fight the tradition?
I will think, today, of Grandma Nell and Uncle Pat, who left their country to raise hell in Tennessee. Cheers to Nell Tracy, the meanest woman who ever took a breath of life. Cheers to Patrick Tracy, who has joined the big AA meeting in the sky.
To celebrate, I wear the only clean green shirt I have:
And I, too. I, too. Sure I'm Appalachian and not at all culturally Irish, but who am I to fight the tradition?
I will think, today, of Grandma Nell and Uncle Pat, who left their country to raise hell in Tennessee. Cheers to Nell Tracy, the meanest woman who ever took a breath of life. Cheers to Patrick Tracy, who has joined the big AA meeting in the sky.
To celebrate, I wear the only clean green shirt I have: