By Zandy Dudiak This shamrock, a gift from an Edgewood woman, has lived 34 years with a journalist who makes no claims to have a green thumb. “Would you like to talk to me for a St. Patrick's Day story?” That was the gist of the phone call I receivedLike the fleeting majesty of a lunar eclipse over the Cliffs of Moher or the long-awaited migratory return of the Shelducks from the North Sea, it is time once again to herald the arrival of Uncle O'Grimacey for his annual tribute
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