The next day when I returned to Southy for their centennial celebration of the St. Patrick’s Day Parade, I was in a photographer’s paradise. There were men in kilts and men with canes. Top hats and flat hats always green. Bagpipers and drummers doing their own things. There were the Minutemen from Lexington, Mass and a bunch of older men having fun gathering in mass. The focus of the day had shifted from downtown Boston to this south-town of Boston. The pub that was so welcoming the day before was now filled with tourist that had to pay $20 before entering the door. So I tip my hat to Southy for it shared its community with all, just too bad I didn’t get the red head’s number so I could giver her a call. __<Back
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