Ah, sure ’tis a grand day for the sons and daughters of Erin in this fair city of Minot. The tartaned warriors of Canada cross the frozen river to clash with the Yankee sledders on the ice. A fierce battle it’ll be, with nary a bayonet nor a musket in sight, just sticks and blades and frozen biscuits whizzing past.
And when the echoes of that grand melee have faded, what joy to repair to The Original’s smoky confines and revel in the rebel songs of Slamabama! Whether you favor the artichokey delicacies of the farmers or the bright stitchery of the quilters, there’ll be no finer way to lift a glass this Paddy’s weekend. Even a panda would be charmed by such craic, I’d wager.
So forget your cares and skepticisms, Minot! On a day when even your mistakes are hallowed, raise your mighty American visages to the skies and let ring your cries for freedom – be they joyful whoops or husky rebel ballads. ‘Tis your birthright as prairie folk, so pay it its due!
Got a guess at today’s celebrity writer? It’s Irish-American teacher and writer Frank McCourt
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