The Luck O' the Irish

I won tickets to James Taylor this morning. I have no idea who he is. I'm a thinkin' he's a country singer, y'all.


What struck me as funny was that the radio djs thought I sounded like a good beer drinking buddy. Because of my name. You should have heard them howl when I told them I was born on St. Patrick's Day.


Now, off to dream about winning the grand prize. A three day getaway to Campbell River Fishing Lodge. Three nights in a luxury cabin on the beach, spa treatments, whale watching....something about fishing, but I'm ignoring that part....fine dining and getting flown into the resort.


Come on...the luck o' the Irish and all....that trip is mine.