Ruby Roundup and Happy St. Patty's Day

Ruby and I are home. The technician couldn't find a thing wrong with her and thinks she got some bad gas. Makes sense, since all the "troubles" (trying to use Irishisms today) started right after a fillup.
Happy St. Pat's to everybody. When I'm a wee bit more awake, I'll put up some pics from the parade in Bergenfield. Until then, here are five St Patty's Day thoughts/memories/ideas (totally random):

My last name is from the Irish O Murchadha, which means sea battler.
My great grandfather's name and my grandfather's middle name, Tadhg, is an ancient Irish word that means poet.
My grandfather (although he was from County Cork) had no accent because he rid himself of it it when he came to NYC. He left Ireland because of some problem. Family lore (in other words my brothers told me) had it that he was IRA. My father says he was stealing chickens.
Once my mother got real soda bread from a bakery, the kind that isn't made with extra butter and an egg and raisins or currants, the kind with caraway seeds. I learned that authenticity is not always a good thing.
I'm sure for beer lovers Guinness is lovely, but for me it's better in Vidarella's Guinness brownies.
Since green is the new black (something Pinhead and I decided) it should be easy for us all to find something to wear today.
I spent many childhood hours looking for leprechauns and four leaf clovers, especially on St. Patty's Day.

Happy St. Patrick's Day everybody.

Do you have any St. Patty's Day thoughts you'd love to share?