March 17, It is beautiful day. Winds are low. Temperature is comfortable. My neighbor flies a St Patrick’s Day flag. And to match, I rummaged thru my flag basket and found one appropriate for a time when we experienced something more like “Love in the Time of Cholera” than Erin Go Wherever. My Buffet flag met the spirit..It’s five o’clock somewhere. Yes it is…but no one knows where somewhere is.