The Star and Shamrock in Washington, D.C. Yes, this is a real place.
They say everyone’s Irish on Saint Patrick’s Day, and I suppose there is some truth to that. Yesterday, I ate a potato, had corned beef and cabbage for supper, drank Irish coffee, and wore green. About the only thing I didn’t do was get in a fistfight with an Englishman or bake my semi-traditional green bagels.
My old college buddy Urethra Franklin really celebrated the day in style, though. He had lunch at the White House with his girlfriend, the ambassador of Ireland to the United States. Now, that’s what I call the luck of the Jewish. Er, ahh, Irish.
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