top of the mornin’ to ya

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Hello Lads y Lassies,
Turns out the Spanish are not the Irish. We did manage to find a Guinness festival at the park next door. Attendance was sparse and mostly american. But no matter where you are, a picnic table in the sun on a Saturday is pretty close to nirvana. We left once a ghetto spanish man started playing Gangster’s Paradise on his trombone onstage.
I hope the leprechauns are good to you all and you enjoy your Lucky Charms and green beer. To my dolls at Michigan – don’t drink the jungle juice.

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