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So, I go to the store to fetch some mustard (for the corned beef and cabbage) and Guinness and I notice others are wearing green: Armenians, Hispanics, etc… just about everybody. Me? I don’t have a stitch of green on me anywhere. (I’m lucky if I have anything green in my wallet. )

I don’t want to justify my not wearing green on St. Patrick’s day but – in case you haven’t noticed – I happen to have a pure Irish last name: McAtee. Not to be confused in anyway with meaning that I’m a purebred Paddy; far from it, too many bitches have hopped the fence. But I was thinking — on this day if everybody who isn’t Irish wears green then everyone will know who IS Irish. Ok, maybe that won’t work. I’ll try to find something green.

Happy St Patrick’s Day from Fresno’s Blogging Irishmutt!