Here we are. I’m not going to get to the NYC parade to see my Uncle march with his pipe corps, but the Guinness is chilling in the fridge and we’re having Corned Beef tonight, so I guess it’ll have to do.
My mother’s family are Irish with a capital “I”, and given the fact that we spend most of our time with them when I was growing up, my cultural identity has always leaned more in that direction than the Czech/English half of me. It makes for an odd mix, though. Gaelic has some harsh consonant combinations, but “Skarka” doesn’t really fit, ya know?
Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh, guys.