Friends-
When I was a kid, my mom told me that my St. Patrick's Day birthday on March 17th made me a little bit Irish. She didn't claim any Irish heritage of her own and my father's parents were Polish. It was years later that I came to understand (with the help of more than one snickering grade school friend) that the date of one's birth does not determine their ancestral heritage. Thanks for the genealogical lesson mom.
So without a drop of Irish blood in me this St. Patrick's day,my 38th birthday, I'll join the St. Baldrick's Foundation to Conquer Childhood Cancers, shaving my handsome mane and ruggedly-groomed beard to honor members of my own family affected by cancer and to raise money for childhood cancer research! It's less than a week away so I've started things off with my own donation toward my $500 goal. If you've already read this far, you really ought to just click the donate button and get in on this.
Stay tuned to donate to my new foundation, Give Us Lads Less Irish Blood Lesson Experiences (GULLIBLE).