Plentiful St. Patrick's outings a treat for ears, tongue and feet

And so I was clad in green with plenty of places to be seen. It was a St. Patrick’s Week to behold. An Irish soul with four places to go.

There was dance and song, corned beef galore, brews, stews and much, much more. A wee church tossed a big bash on a wing and a prayer, with hopes it will flourish beyond compare.

The four events made me ponder what it means to be a son or daughter of the Emerald Isle. It is a land of rocky soil and rugged beauty. There is joy, laughter, language, song and dance. But all that pleasure was born of pain and perseverance.

If you would be so kind, dear reader, pl...