Blackwolf Ponders March
I will be dealing with two significant events in March. First there is the Celebrate Santa Festival, which is taking place in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, along with the accompanying Holly & Shamrock Parade (the name referring to the coming together of St. Nicholas and St. Patrick); I will, no doubt, say this for those attending: they'll have more fun than we will here at New York's 249th Annual St. Patrick's Day Parade.
This year's Parade will be the first for our new Archbishop, Timothy Dolan, who now joins His Eminence Archbishop Demetrios of the Greek Orthodox Archdiocese of America as the coolest religious leaders in mine adopted metropolis. (Now all we need is somebody really cool from the goodly gentles at 770 Eastern Parkway, and we'd have our triple play right there, as it were!)
The sillies in the menacingly dark blue uniforms --- you Mortals call them New York's Finest --- will be having the most fun (assuming you have the stamina to stand around for about six hours watching 70-plus bagpipe bands stomp their way down Fifth Avenue, from 44th to 86th Streets), for their high master, Police Commissioner Raymond W. Kelly, is the Parade's Grand Marshal. Presumably the Parade's organizers got bored and decided that this year would be a routine St. Patrick's Day Parade. Expect, then, the usual musical salute, compliments of the NYPD Emerald Society Pipes and Drums.
There is one further significant event in March that I need to bring to your attention: the Imperial Court of New York's 24th Annual Night of a Thousand Gowns Charity Ball, Dinner Dance and Silent Auction, to be held at the Marriott Marquis Hotel in Times Square. The centerpiece of the evening is the Coronation of Emperor Jack (Iohannes) and Empress Farrah Moans, who will represent their subjects in April at the Easter Promenade on Fifth Avenue (I, of course, will be in on it, as well).
Well, Mortals, methinks you know enough about my plans for March without having to bore you all silly. Now, I have to do battle with several domestic squibbles; one must at times grumble about one's upkeep at one's apartment, you know!