In more ways than one St. Patrick's day holds special meanings for me, but the most important one would be a special anniversary to two people special to me. My dad use to go out to this bar in Middlesex, New Jersey called Tim Kerwin's. Tim Kerwin's is an Irish Pub. The story he tells is that this bar was also frequented by Lee Van Cleef, before he became famous and while he still lived in the area.
Any way, dad and some of his friends were out at the bar on St. Patty's Day, drinking green beer and getting into the spirit. It is at this time that my mom and her sisters went into the bar. When they met, my dad (who I am named after), introduced himself as Kelly Fitzpatrick (not his real name of course, lol). When dad went to meet her family she introduced him as, of course, Kelly Fitzpatrick. Well, an Italian and Irishmen, well, at least he was Catholic lol. After that dad made his confession on his real name, but until the day he died, mom's side of the family, as well as she herself, called him Kelly. Even my cousins grew up calling him Uncle Kelly.
Well, "Kelly Fitzpatrick" (dad to me), a little white lie blossomed into a long and happy marriage, and one son, which I am eternally grateful and to you I toast. I miss you and wish you were here, I will see you again some day.
Cheers!
Love,your son, George
