Farewell Hunter

My favorite writer, Hunter S. Thompson, was bid adieu today. He wished for his ashes to be shot out of a canon over his home in Colorado. His wish was complied with by his wife and a few select guests..Johnny Depp being one of them. The night I heard he died I was dumbfounded. I went out to the liquor store and bought a bottle of Hunter's favorite beverage, Wild Turkey. I put on Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas with Hunter's commentary, poured a drink for me and one for Hunter, and just enjoyed the movie and remembered Hunter. I do the same thing on Saint Patrick's Day. I pour a shot of Jameson for my grandfather, Tug McGraw, and myself.
As far as holidays go, Saint Patrick's Day is my second favorite. What I consider ideal is me drinking a beer immediately upon waking up. The smell of corned beed and cabbage emanating the house. I also like to listen to authentic Irish music on this night. Many of the local bars and clubs insist on having a fake Irish party. Green beer, stupid hats, bead necklaces, and no Irish music. This type of bar aggravates me and I have had some trouble locating a place that I can go to every year that will stick to Irish tradition.
I don't think you need to drink Irish beers or Irish food on Saint Patrick's Day. I think you just need to do what you enjoy. If Miller High Life is your thing, then have that. What makes it special for me is that you are part of something that helps you celebrate the people before you. The people who struggled for us today. The Irish forefathers that enabled us. It is a time for me to say thanks. I also have to admit it is a time for me to imbibe libations in mass quantities. I do it for the Celts!