On my way home this evening, I ran into what appeared to the gathering point for some sort of school event. A yellow bus, pre-teens in what looked like band uniforms, some of them screaming and jumping about. As I got closer, the group that was jumping accosted me- HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY FROM IRELAND! They looked about 14, they sounded Irish and I think they may have been a little drunk. I said, you came all the way from Ireland to come here (here on this junky street, standing next to the dirt hole where there used to be a Carvel)- why? BECAUSE IT'S THE BEST PLACE IN THE WORLD! Touche. I still have no idea why they were on a bus, what the uniforms were for, or why, if they were of legal drinking age, they were so small, but life doesn't always wrap up neatly.