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Happy St. Paddy’s Day!

They say he kicked the snakes out of Ireland. Good news as far as Chet’s concerned. Chet’s the canine narrator of the Chet and Bernie series (not a talking dog!) and … well, let him tell it:

Her face, not the particularly open type, I now noticed, closed up a little more. Humans are brainy. Maybe not all of them, and maybe not brainy in every way, but braininess is their thing, when you compare them to say, snakes. Scariness is snakes’s thing, if you see where I’m going with this, which I’m afraid I no longer do.

– from Tender Is The Bite, the next C&B (“now available for preorder!” – Mrs. Publicist’s pushy mom).

Happy St. Paddy’s Day!

St. Paddy’s Day (A Little Late)

“How was your St. Paddy’s Day?” Spence says.

“Was drinking green Scotch at the end,” Admin says. “Bit of a Gaelic mix-up.”

Welcome Austin (in memory):

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!