st. patrick’s day
my dad’s buddy sent my mom and i a pretty st. pat’s ecard. couldn’t help but notice the opening shot is a cemetery. the irish: we’re not morbid at all. my mom said the irish are reputed “crepe hangers.” reminded me of another saying: the irish sports page which refers to the obits. my grandma, anna may dunn o’connor loved st. pat’s day. she forced us to watch the parade on TV. as a kid, few things are as boring as watching a parade on television. i also dreaded — absolutely dreaded — the obligatory corned beef and cabbage dinner. today, i am proud of my heritage and all … but not so psyched to walk through masses of wasted bridge & tunnel revelers in midtown. still, i’ll try to put that aside and just focus on the good: memories of my dad, my grandparents, great aunts and uncles. the family parties where we laughed and drank and listened to the clancy brothers and tommy makem. the stories of our ancestors. how tough and funny and solid our family is … and how great it is to see it continuing in the liam’s and the nina’s, the tara’s, meghan’s, coutney’s and other little ones still to come.