It’s St. Patrick’s Day. or near enough. Here’s a joke Kate’s been telling (giving credit where she feels it’s due, she heard it on Garrison Keillor’s show):
An Irishman is driving to a meeting. He’s late and can’t find a parking place anywhere. In desperation, he cries, “Lord, if you find me a place to park, I’ll go to church every Sunday and give up drinking whiskey for the rest of my life.”
He turns the corner, and — miracle of miracles — he sees a parking space.
“Never mind, Lord,” the Irishman says, “I just found a spot.”