Saturday, March 17, 2018

St. Patrick’s Day

If you’re Irish and it means something to you, then best wishes on St. Patrick’s Day. Here in America it’s another excuse to party, drink way too much, and contribute more to the stereotypes that the Irish all sound like Barry Fitzgerald (“Faith ‘n’ begorah, Father O’Malley!”).

According to my sources, St. Patrick’s Day is a much bigger deal here than it is in Ireland, and they treat it the same way we do when the French go nuts over Jerry Lewis; it’s an inexplicable cultural phenomenon more than the celebration of a saint. But if it’s all fun and games and no one gets hurt, hey, have fun.

2 barks and woofs on “St. Patrick’s Day

  1. The area around Wrigley Field (think “Chicago Cubs”) is going to be absolutely insane (think “sports bars”). Last year they had Chicago’s finest out trying to keep an aisle open on Clark Street for vehicular traffic — literally wall-to-wall people. It took my bus half an hour to go one block.

    Time to think about alternate routes if I want to go anywhere.

  2. The day was meant to be one of remembrance, of meditation on the Troubles, the famine, the friends and relatives who escaped to America in order to find rescue from the harsh treatment of the British overlords. But being Irish they found relief in happy indulgence rather than sadness. We might use the day to reflect on the subject of immigration for a change.

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