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From the files of Keystone, who lives way out west where it hardly ever rains...

An Irish Tradition

Paddy had long heard the stories of an amazing family tradition. It seems that
his father, grandfather and great-grandfather had all been able to walk on water
on their 18th birthday.

On that special day, they'd each walked across the lake to the pub on the far side
for their first legal drink.

So when Paddy's, 18th birthday came 'round, he and his pal Mick, took a boat out
to the middle of the lake, Paddy, stepped out of the boat and nearly drowned!

Mick just barely managed to pull him to safety.

Furious and confused, Paddy, went to see his grandmother.

"Grandma," he asked, "Tis me 18th birthday, so why can't I walk 'cross the lake like
me father, his father, and his father before him?"

Granny looked deeply into Paddy's troubled brown eyes and said, "Because ye father,
ye grandfather and ye great-grandfather were all born in December, when the lake is
frozen, and ye were born in August, ya fookin idiot!"
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