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It's St. Patty's Day...and in the dead of Winter I find myself always looking forward to this day because it seems to mean that Spring has just about found its way to St. Louis. This year it snuck up on me and I was sick so I didn't even get to attend the parade nor did I train for the 5-mile run. (A few of you just said, "There's a run? Do you get to drink green beer at the finish line?")

My great-grandfather Michael John Murphy came to America from Ireland, so I'm a wee-bit Irish myself. My grandparents have traveled back to Ireland a few times to visit with our relatives over there, but I haven't yet made the trip. Guess I'm a tad more distanced from my roots than they are - put it this way, I can eat green popcorn 'til the cows come home, but I've never been able to stomach Corned Beef and Cabbage.

So, whether you'll be celebrating at McGurk's, O'Connell's, O'Malley's or the O'ffice...Happy St. Patrick's Day! And remember, don't really kiss the Blarney stone if you go back to the homeland.

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