Having just arrived in Toronto, Patrick had a bit of a puzzled look on his face, as he watched me pull in to scoop him up at the airport yesterday evening.
I had spent the day driving up near Shelburne in potato country. I had timed it so I could get the two tons of potatoes we needed for this weekend's children's event, and then swing by the airport, with the trailer load, and pick him up too.
I figured he'd appreciate the great effort we've all taken to infuse this year's festival with a distinctly Irish theme.
