Boyd125

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Patrick’s day there, but all the same it
meant a good deal to one lonely
visitor, though Im not one for parades at any time
normally not addicted
to parades of any kind. I find here at
home the Twelfth of July to be the
saddest parade in the world.
(As I wrote that last sentence a bomb detonated
somewhere in the city and I
left this back bedroom and looked
out of the front for smoke, but
the morning istoo misty and
I can’t see more than a
hundred yards).xxxx)

Yes, we love parades,
don’t we? The Orangemen
particularly. They’re Irish
in that respect at least,