On this lovely St. Patrick’s Day, I can’t help but be transported to my visit to Dublin in 2006. The green expanses, quaint pubs, rosycheeked children… of course. But also the bomb scare debacle on Aer Lingus. The ominously unattended black bag turned out to be filled with magazines and trading cards. Yep, there’s nothing quite like a little garden variety terror to loosen you up for a 10 hour flight across the Atlantic. Erin go braugh!
