A year later, a case open
Sunday was an unremarkable day for many, beyond the celebration of St. Patrick’s Day.
A few families in town marked it, perhaps. It took me a few days to realize what the feeling was that haunted me a bit on Sunday. I’d taken down a mental note to remember that St. Patrick’s Day has a new meaning in this community, but had let it slip by without thinking as I made potato soup and celebrated with loved ones.