On Darby O'Gill, Uncle O'Grimacey, Rotten Apples and Low-Carb Shamrock Shakes
Once upon a time, when I was a kid, society made a bigger deal of St. Patrick's Day than a parade and an excuse to get drunk. For example, there was usually some kind of acknowledgment in the public school I attended (today, a day honoring a Catholic saint would probably be verboten, but back then