I spent all day at the parade in Girardville, Pa. Probably no one ever heard of it except that one year when Bill Clinton went, so, that’s a long time ago. They had it March 30 this year because it’s been snowed upon the last 2 years closer to St Patrick’s Day. (Good move; it was about 6oF today.)
But here’s what I want to tell you, O Ratty: I saw many Trump banners, big flags, carried by young people. Some said TRUMP: No More Bulls—t. Others said Trump-Pence 2020. They were everywhere.
Pennsylvania is the land of my heart. And also the land of mines. One float said “Trump digs coal”.
I wish I could make you feel what a wonderful day I had! Breakfast in a friend’s home in Girardville, the homestead of his miner family. I had made scones, (okay, from a mix, baking not my forté) and they were well received! The walk down the hill to Main Street where we set up our lawn chairs. The pipers, The pipers, the pipers! ( I mean, really for St Patrick’s it should be harps, but that isn’t very good parade music.) Then meandering over to Hibernian House, which was frequented by members of the Mollie Maguires gang, to shake hands with Black Jack Kehoe’s great grandson. ( please watch the movie The Mollie Maguires with Sean Connery and Richard Harris, if you haven’t…) and to hear more music.
Right behind me in the crowd, a boy approached a man wearing a Vietnam Veteran cap, shook his hand, and said, “ I want to take the time to thank you, sir.”
This is America at home. And she is warm, hospitable, respectful, funloving. And she ain’t puttin up with no bull.