In the spirit of the season

If my adoptive mother is to be believed, I'm Irish on both sides. I certainly have the coloring they call "Black Irish", and the temper and fondness for liquor to support that. (D'y'know why God invented whiskey? To keep the Irish from taking over the earth.)

I had corned beef and cabbage for lunch (though mostly because I like corned beef and cabbage), but otherwise mostly cordially ignored the American celebration of my purportedly native holiday.

To all of my friends, Irish honorary and native, I raise my glass of Jameson's and offer an Irish blessing.

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.

Sláinte!