March 17 Mandala

Music: From Galway to Dublin
Mood: reminiscent

Too bad I haven't mastered the technique of Celtic Interlace... but then, so many others have, maybe I don't need to get into that.
Happy rainy St. Patrick's Day. I remember another rainy one in Galway, 1976, where everyone wore a little bunch of freshly picked shamrocks in their lapel, stood quietly at attention when the mayor and city council paraded solemnly around the square where there was a statue of John F. Kennedy (commemorating a speech he made there), and then adjourned to the pub for the rest of the day.
During that semester in Ireland, we alternated staying in two places, one, a run-down hotel on the edge of Galway Bay called the Burren Mount (we called it the Urine Mount), and also on the island of Inishbofin, which was about the best place you could stay anywhere in the world.
But there was one long hallway into the depths of the Burren Mount where we unlucky ones sometimes had to share rooms, a long and far away walk from the main part of the hotel, with a view of the back alley and a lot of trash that accumulated there.
We called it the "Marilyn Monroe Wing".