It was just short of 100 years ago, that a certain leprechaun trudged through the darkness of night to Saint Pattie Church at the corner of Fifth and Philadelphia streets in MainStrasse Village. With just a sliver of moonlight to work with, he quietly buried his pot of gold somewhere under the church. The church was long ago replaced by busy streets and office buildings but every February 17 under cover of darkness, the leprechaun returns to look for his pot of gold. Disappointed every year and overwhelmed with the changes that have come about in the Village, he promises himself that he will continue to return until he finds his pot of gold.
7/8/09
It was just short of 100 years ago, that a certain leprechaun trudged through the darkness of night to Saint Pattie Church at the corner of Fifth and Philadelphia streets in MainStrasse Village. With just a sliver of moonlight to work with, he quietly buried his pot of gold somewhere under the church. The church was long ago replaced by busy streets and office buildings but every February 17 under cover of darkness, the leprechaun returns to look for his pot of gold. Disappointed every year and overwhelmed with the changes that have come about in the Village, he promises himself that he will continue to return until he finds his pot of gold.
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