The Crippen Clan gathered in Des Moines yesterday to celebrate St Patty's Day. It was refreshing to know the craziness is absolutely genetic and there is no shame in playing with inebriated minds. The Tales were as tall as any ever told and the ability to keep a straight face only enhanced the believability. It is comforting to know when I leave this earthly plain that our abilities to make one question their own sanity will proudly be carried on by the next tainted generation. When we once again are reunited around the brimstone rewards of the after life we'll have some great stories to tell.