In Honor of St. Patrick's Day

Since I'm half Irish (the rest is a Scots-British blend), I figured I could get away with this one:

An Irishman walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and sits down, drinking a sip out of each one in turn.

When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.

The bartender approaches and tells him, "You know, a pint goes flat after you draw it; it would taste better if you bought one at a time."

The Irishman replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers.

One is in America, the other in Australia, and I'm here in Dublin.

When we all left home, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together.

So I drinks one for each o' me brothers and one for meself."

The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it at that.

The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way: He orders three pints and drinks them in turn.

One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All the other regulars take notice and fall silent.

When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss."

The Irishman looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawn in his eye and he laughs.

"Oh, no, everybody's just fine" he explains, "it's just that me wife had us join that Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking.

"Hasn't affected me brothers a bit though."

Saturday, So Far

It's been a busy day, so far. A story, mostly in pictures:

The local model airplane store, where I was transfixed by this six-foot-long B-25 Mitchell bomber.

The full-size versions of these can be found at Lake Hood.

Nice little Piper floatplane

F-86 Sabrejet, upside down for some reason

A very large mural in the mall hallway, showing Denali (tourists refer to it as Mt. McKinley, for some reason)

And ending with lunch at our favorite Irish pub (O'Brady's)

After lunch I put new weatherstripping on the bottom edge of the garage door. Not a major task by any means, but something that needed doing before any more rain makes its way inside.

Older Daughter is in the kitchen mulling a large pot of cider, and Mrs. Paul is prepping something wonderful for dinner.