It is a source of some bemusement to me that the Irish are remembered every year with a day of drunkenness and debauchery.
This afternoon — early afternoon — I followed a car that was swinging wildly around in its lane. When I passed it, there was a woman driving with kids in the back. Presumably sloshed (the woman; not the kids — though frankly who know…
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