Many years ago I found myself in Boston on St. Patty’s day. I was there for work and stayed the weekend. I made arrangements to meet a friend of a friend to get a tour of Boston. She was a Boston native and turned out to be a great tour guide. The day started with a cold wet morning. Our first stop was at a local Irish bar for a steaming hot cup of coffee spiked with baileys cream. With luck the weather improved later that day and we walked the famous Freedom Trail. I got to take a step back into our history, seeing Faneuil Hall and the historic graveyards. We stopped at a local deli and I tried melon sorbet. It melted in my mouth. We did a little shopping in Back Bay and closed the day by stopping at an Irish beer garden to sample the green beer. The day was a memorable one. I am not sure how much of it was luck or how much was me reaching out to find that special tour guide for that day.