In March, St Patrick’s Day is a grand celebration in New York. It is vacation time. All Barry’s roommates were away. He was lonely and called to see if he could come over. I would make him an Irish feast. I couldn’t find corned beef in a can. It only came fresh. I bought a brisket. I fixed cabbage and potatoes with a green jello salad for dessert. I didn’t know that one must boil the corned beef for a long time to make it tender and rinse out the salt. Barry didn’t seem to mind. We chatted as we waited. And eventually the meal began. Afterwards we went to an cultural exposition at the World Trade Center. I was impressed with BTs knowledge of the various countries represented.
-Ellen
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So when was your first "real" date? I also want to to know the story about when dad placed you up on the mantle of the fireplace ( was it Roy and Colleen's?) where you sat like a doll because you didn't know how to get down while maintaining your poise.
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