It’s already getting out of control in Saint Paul, and we’re a week away from the drunken Irish festival date. I had a flat tire this morning, so I dropped off the car to get the tire repaired and took the 74S bus to work. When I passed Mancini’s, a truly marginal restaurant, someone had put a great big “O” apostrophe in front of the restaurant’s sign so now it reads, “O’Mancini’s”. I can’t wait to see the insanity on Sunday!
