In days past, when the world was
young and
light of heart, old and young alike could walk down
Main Street in early
Spring with the birds singing and the flowers just starting to
bloom.
Invariably, those walks would end at the quaint burger shop on the corner, the local
McDonald's. And on those days in
March, a special treat would await those who braved the
drizzle: a tasty, frothy, Shamrock Shake. Oh yes, and what a
treat it was.
Peppermint flavored and colored
green, the Shamrock Shake was a celebration of
Irish heritage at its best. No
green colored
Budweiser or stupid
pilgrim hat painted green for the change of season could compare to the
purity that was the Shamrock Shake. So delicious, the whole
family would climb into the
wagon (or
minivan,
whatever) and each get a large
scrumptious taste of
St. Patrick's Day.
Alas, those carefree days are gone. McDonald's is no longer the 'shop around the corner' serving up a wholesome burger and fries while you hang with your high school gang. It's now some faceless, greedy, multibillion dollar, 39 cent hamburger factory. No, those days have past, and we must move on. The Shamrock Shake has gone the way of the poodle skirt and the Hammer pants. But we shall never forget thee, you taught us what St. Patrick's Day was all about and announced the coming of Spring to all who would listen.