My First St. Patrick's Day

Growing up Irish American in New York City meant St. Patrick’s was a high holy day, not just a green extravaganza. Parades, special meals and baked goods prevailed along with the drink. As I matured, so did the drink in my life. So from 18 onward I can recall some March 17ths—but only a few. God protects the fools and the drunks, and I was both. On my first St Patrick’s day in sobriety, God was there too.