It's Saint Patrick's Day today. Chicago has gone nuts and erupted in green. The river has been dyed an glowing emerald and everyone is in green (except me, I don't own a green thing in this world save a cocktail dress). Men are marching up and down the streets, beer in hand, singing strange Irish ditties. The pubs are overflowing. People have faces painted and there's music in the streets my feet itch to dance to.

I didn't even know Chicago had a significant Irish population.