I’ll always think about my grandfather Farley on St. Patrick’s Day. Despite his penchant for wearing yarmulkes, he was Irish through and through.

When I think of him, I can’t also help think of Bernie D., the guy below, whom I used to work with, who is also Irish, who has white hair, who’s always smiling, and who reminds me of my grandpa.


I bet my Grandpa would have dyed his hair green on St. Patty’s day too, if they’d had it back then.

But here he is in 1965 with my sister Emily, white hair intact.


No real point here, just a remembrance…