I sometimes feel irked by the image of the cartoon Irishman with his pipe and his cocked green derby and that frank, in-your-face wink. It reminds me of a saying, heard on the playgrounds of my youth, about how there were "two kinds of people in the world, the Irish and those who wish they were Irish."I never heard that kind of talk in my own Irish-American home. I think back to those early days and see again the people sat at our dining room table:My single-parent mom, who, having [...]
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