Monday, March 11, 2013
Punch Me, I’m Irish
Cleveland has its own share of Irish lore which does not do much to dispel the stereotype. If you’ve seen Kill The Irishman, you’re probably familiar with Danny Greene and The Celtic Club that prompted a mob war in the 1970s. Resembling Afghanistan more than Ohio, rival crime families exploded 35 bombs in the city of Cleveland, one assassination attempt after another. The bomb that eventually claimed Greene’s life exploded in the parking lot of my dentist’s office on May 17th, 1977.
It could be the hope of spring or possibly the gallons of Guinness, but St. Patty’s Day always warms my heart. Here’s to you, my adopted Celtic friends.
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
And may you be drunk enough to take a punch in the nose.