Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

When I was a young man and working for a newspaper in Jackson, Mississippi, my colleagues and I would go to a favorite watering hole on March 18, the day after St. Patrick’s Day. On the actual day of the fete, the house would serve draft beer tinted green, but on the following day the green beer went on clearance for a dime a glass. That’s about the only St. Patrick’s Day memory I have. I think I remember it.

17 thoughts on “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!”

  1. Beer on clearance? Why, I never!

    My first thought is that there must not have been many Irish (actual or wannabes) in Jackson at the time; else there’d have been no green beer left to clear.

    Happy Saint Patrick’s Day to all, actual or wannabe!

  2. Rick : Thanks for reminding me that I wanted to query JJ about that drawing. Looks like continuous lines of diminishing width were drawn, then cut through to produce hatching. JJ, did you draw Luddie on scratch board, use white-out on standard office board, or what? Betty Burkmeyer[sp?], RIP, ’40-’50s Cornell U. drawing teacher, would want me to ask. Peace,

    • Sunday morning, Jimmy posted an announcement that the site was temporarily down while he worked on it behind the scenes. The announcement was accompanied by a purple Luddie.

  3. My back deck isn’t the best place for viewing, but it’s convenient, and I can drag family members out to see what I’ve found. Saturday night I got to lock my NexStar 102SLT (4 inch refractor with goto controls and tracking) onto several things and try out different lenses and filters on them, including the Pleiades, the Orion nebula, and the moon. I’ve no idea which crater was on the edge of the sunlight, but it was amazing to see a central peak poking up out of the crater’s shadow.

    I’d have been out there a third hour, but someone ran over a skunk nearby and my eyes were watering.

  4. Faint skunk odor at a distance is actually pleasant, but only then. Have likely mentioned before that another musky odor, that of Blarina brevicauda [short-tailed shrew], is also pleasant, and rarely overwhelming. It, and two other spp. of Blarina, farther S, are only about the size of your thumb. Blarina sp. are the largest of our shrews. Other genera also taste bad; I’ve followed fox trails in winter on U MI’s E.S.G. Reserve nr Pinckney, MI, and seen where a red fox has heard a shrew under the snow, pounced, and spat it out.

    Bemidji boasts a new fast food place, inside Paul Bunyan Mall, by the entrance to J.C. Penney’s: Mediterranean Gyros and Hummus. Not bad.

    Peace,

  5. Skunk odor, traditionally, is said to be n-butyl mercaptan aka butan-1-thiol. C – C – C – C – S – H , omitting the non-important H atoms on the C atoms. I would not be surprised to find a few other sulfur-containing compounds are also involved.

  6. Spring must be near, the Bradford pear trees are beginning to bloom.

    Skunk is one of those odors that, once smelled, can’t be forgotten. I hope never to make a personal acquaintance with it.

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