You don’t hear much about St. Patrick’s day in Los Angeles. In New York it’s always so lively: parades and people barfing in the gutter. Here, it’s almost as much a non-event as Groundhog Day.
When my children were younger, there was more S.P.’s Day awareness in our house. This was because if I forgot to wear green on the day (which I invariably did since this was during the brain-challenged years), my children would pinch me mercilessly because they were taught at school that pinching is what leprechauns do to punish forgetful people like me. (That killer tuition was worth every penny.) Read More