IN HONOR OF ST. PATRICK'S DAY
PAT & MIKE STORIES When I was a little kid – 7 or 8 years old – we lived on the outskirts of Kennewick, Washington – a town along the Columbia River on the southern border of the state. There was family nearby, Grandma Lucy, the aunties, my beloved Aunt Ella Grace and Auntie Mae and the cousins.... Sign in to see full entry.