The Fool once told me, “It’s celebrating Christianity chasing the ‘snakes’ out of Ireland.”
Unfoman told me, “If just your grandfather was Irish, that makes you only a quarter Irish.”
Certain parts of my family never mention him, and when they do, they say, “He wasn’t Irish.”
He was the family secret. A secret I knew when I was young, forgot when I got older, and figured out much later.
Why do I celebrate Patty’s Day?
Because it’s a day like any other. And every day you’re alive and Irish is a day to celebrate.
I don’t wear green on my arm, because I wear it in my heart.