Everybody seems to be Irish on St. Patrick’s Day. Despite my German-Swiss surname I’m roughly half Irish. Although my mom’s family is generations-removed from Ireland, she speaks with a very slight brogue, more of a lilt. Everybody in her family could apparently put on a pretty fair brogue when they had a mind to. That’s show biz. I can do a pretty fair brogue, myself.
I’ve posted most of what I have to say about St. Patrick’s Day already and I’ve included thee links to it below. How about a joke, instead? Here’s my favorite Irish joke.
An American lands in Shannon Airport and wants to know the local time so, naturally, he looks at the clock on the wall. On the wall he sees two clocks: one reading 10:00, the other reading 10:05. He flags down a passing Irishman and asks “Why do those two clocks read different times?â€. The Irishman, being a good Irishman, answers his question with a question: “Now what would be the p’int of havin’ two clocks if they both read the same toime?â€
Previous St. Patrick’s Day posts (or related interest)
Irish on St. Patrick’s Day, 2004
Irish on St. Patrick’s Day, 2005
Colcannon (Irish recipe)
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, you half-rough Irishman.
“Now what would be the p’int of havin’ two clocks if they both read the same toime?â€
To advertise Milwaukee’s George Webb restaurant chain.