Cape May at the southern tip of New Jersey was spared the brunt of storm Sandy and except for some sand in the street we luckily dodged the bullet. I went down there for St. Patrick's Day weekend and an Irish folklore group was performing - one banjo - two fiddles - a squeeze box and a piper also playing the tin whistle. I can only stand bagpipe music in small doses but this guy was reaching out to every dog within earshot. Ah, but we also had step dancers - with their arms by their sides - the way my friends used to do up in Washington Heights, in upper Manhattan - in the Irish neighborhoods. Of course the Guinness was flowing to calm the nerves after which we put away our CDs and shillelaghs until next year but still thinking "green" to respect the environment, honor the shamrock and regret the greenbacks I spent listening to a bagpipe solo.
tjs
Next - Deja Vu, Etc.
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