Yes, it’s St Patrick's day and numerous pints of green beer will be swigged as people float down green dyed rivers and march down green painted streets. God forbid you should find yourself anywhere near Boston as hordes of drunken fake Irish make a spectacle of themselves. My mother was born in County Cork, Ireland and was coincidentally, the worst cook in the world. I didn’t know food could taste good until I was in my late teens. Back in my Mad Man days, I worked on the Irish Tourist Board account when I was "Copy Chief" at DeGarmo. Made lots of trips to Ireland. On one of them I was in Dublin on St Patrick’s day. There was not much going on. No parades, no green beer, they hadn’t even dyed the Liffey green. “Why not,” I asked a local... “Oh, we leave that to the barmy Yanks.” He replied. "Drink up... Time for another pint."
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