Friday was St. Patrick’s day, and today’s the big parade in South Boston, and it’s a big deal. I was surprised to find out from our contractors that they had St. Patrick’s Day celebrations in both Leicester England and Porto Portugal.

Despite having an Irish surname, I’ve never felt Irish. I’ve never cared about St. Patrick’s day, and have never cared for the hoopla. If I remember on the day, that it is St. Patrick’s day, I generally make a point of not wearing green just to be contrary. This year I forgot, so I happened to be wearing a plaid shirt with some green in it.

See, the thing is, I’m really a mongrel. My ancestry is English, Irish, French/Canadian and Scottish. What this makes me is American, and that’s perfectly fine by me.