It’s St. Patrick’s Day, so given my heritage I guess I’m obligated to say something about it (my surname, common among the fjords of west-central Norway, obscures a maternal lineage that goes back to County Mayo and includes family names like O’Malley, Moran, and Hogan).
So there — that’s my St. Patrick’s Day essay. Not wearing green. Not planning to sup on corned beef and cabbage. Not planning to sing “Danny Boy” (though it is my theme song the other 364 days of the year) or “Four Green Fields.” I might watch “CSI” tonight, though, if there’s time for it after NCAA hoops.
(By the way: I’d love to take credit as original author of the brilliant phrase ‘Erin Go Blah’: but after posting, I checked on Google and found 215 listings for that exact phrase.)