The Irish Heartbeat

Plenty of good Irish Catholic folk around these parts. We dream in the shades of the Irish Tricolour, drain Guinness by the gallon, sing along to the Clancy Brothers, and have our own St. Patrick’s Day parade, the excuse we definitely do not need to wear green and get drunk. We curse those nasty Brits, own a copy of “The Quiet Man” on DVD, and grow mist…