The Irish American

My first St. Patrick's Day card of the season arrived early:
My first St. Patrick's Day card of the season arrived early:

"Let us assume that we represent one of ‘the underdogs’ because of injuries received, or because of an indictment brought by what the prosecutors name themselves, “the state.” Then what sort of men will we, seek? An Irishman is called into the box for examination. There is no reason for asking about his religion; he is Irish; that is enough. We may not agree with his religion, but it matters not, his feelings go deeper than any religion. You should be aware that he is emotional, kindly and sympathetic. If he is chosen as a juror, his imagination will place him in the dock; really, he is trying himself. You would be guilty of malpractice if you got rid of him, except for the strongest reasons."

After 25 years as editor of Irish America magazine, I have a green tinge to my brain, or perhaps I should say, I see the world through green-tinged glasses.
After 25 years as editor of Irish America magazine, I have a green tinge to my brain, or perhaps I should say, I see the world through green-tinged glasses.

This quirk -- of which all my friends are aware of and indulge me -- comes into its own whenever there's show on television.

For instance, watching The People's Choice Awards a couple of weeks ago, I bolted out of my chair as Alyson Hannigan took to the stage to receive her award. I had to rush to Wikipedia to find out if she was Irish.