
Maybe it was all those years in love with the Irish bartender during my East Village days. Maybe it is the fact that my great grandfather was left on a doorstep, the child of an Irish immigrant. Maybe it is just that I love March. But something in me has always felt drawn to this day. Sam wants to set traps for Lucky later. Clearly he has his own thoughts on things…
I love it! All of it. The post. The photo. The sentiment.
Thanks Mama! I zoomed over to your site too, and look forward to spending more time there.