St. Patrick's Day always leaves me a little wistful, as I'm still a little lonely for the six months my wife and I spent in Ireland in 2005. Anyway, a few pictures--you can see why it's an easy place to miss.
I'm the old guy, by the way, not the young one. The young one is my older son.
The first picture is in the Wicklows, south of Dublin--I'd love to get on that road with my Sprite. The next few are along the west coast, and the pub is the Brazen Head in Dublin.