Saint Patrick was sitting on a bench at the train station in Shamrockville.  Lenny the Leprechaun saw him sitting and walked up to him.  “Where are you going?” he inquired. “Shiver me timbers.  I am riding the train to Goldsburg.”  Saint Patrick eyes glowed as he saw Lenny standing near him. “Nice.  I have always … Continue reading Waiting in Shamrockville