Daily Archive: March 17, 2015



There once was a kitty named Clem, with the brain of a light that was dim. When he ate globs of sand, he said, “That’s rather bland,” I’d rather eat buckets of phlegm.

THE IRISH IN ME (part 5)


I love Green.  I just don’t like mean drunks.  Since it’s St. Patrick’s Day,  I want to dispel the myth of the “happy Irish drunk” and show how it affected the lives of… Continue reading