It’s March 17th and my Irish American eyes are smiling (Auntie Tyra calls it smizing). St. Patrick’s Day is often misunderstood (cue the gaggle of green-clad men I saw lurking outside the Cornerstone at the top o’ the morning today). We live in Southie, which seems to attract a lot of interesting characters come St. Patrick’s Day and parade time. Are bars open at 7:30 AM? Me thinks not. Perhaps…
