Every year for so many years we have celebrated St. Patick’s Day with our dear friends. Jack  is of course Irish which makes it  truly a  traditional celebration. Kris always makes a corned beef and cabbage dish, sometimes with a little flair to it.   One year the four of us drove to San Francisco to watch the parade and then to an Irish pub. This year is sad and joyous at the same time, realizing memories are such a precious thing when our lives are interrupted with immortality. I am thankful for those memories, images captured and laughter shared.  Here’s to the finest Irishman I have ever known!