From the rattlin' bog somewhere along the road with the irish spring to the the irish washerwoman, we roam oh ireland.... us fiddler's green and jolly beggarman combine to take her in your arms from dublin with love.... it's the farthest wave in what makes the irish heart beat when we walk in the irish rain along the western highway and ireland's green shore....
So i go today with the prep for saint patty's day and get ready for my evening rabble at the dudes celebration at the big lebowski fest.... wishing you all well, warm days ahead and grand bowling in your future... lator-gators....
