St. Paddy’s Day
Today is St. Paddy’s Day. It means that Sergeant McGinn and Detective O’Hara of the Metro PD have just dropped in for a visit, bringing a case of beer and a bucket of ribs. Even though these aren’t ribs from Max’s Memphis Ribs – I knew that while they were still outside in the cruiser – anything where ribs are involved has to be good. Bernie’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt with green flowers – at least I think they’re green, can’t be trusted when it comes to colors, according to Bernie – and they’re all out back. Bernie’s got the ukulele and they’re singing Whiskey in the Jar. I like that song but it always leads to Bernie feeling not so good the next day. Everyone’s happy – they don’t even know what I’m doing over here by the rib bucket – and I love it when everyone’s happy. “Here’s to St. Paddy,” says Detective O’Hara, “kicked the snakes out of Ireland.” Don’t know who St. Paddy is, exactly, but I wish he’d come here. We’ve got snakes out the yingyang, and they scare me, not ashamed to admit it. The way they slither around!
Tags: ribs, snakes, Spencer Quinn, St. Paddy
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2:35 am on March 17th, 2009
I hate snakes tooo… would love to hear the uke but would rather have corned beef instead of ribs. Happy St. Paddy's Day. Don't eat all the ribs, Chet.. 🙂
5:24 am on March 17th, 2009
Chet – Edith Wharton loved members of your tribe. She didn't like cats at all…called them snakes in fur. Maybe thats why you don't care for cats….
I always thought a good name for a little furry dog would be Edith Bunker Wharton.
Maybe….someday….