There wasn’t much hope for a salvageable St. Patty’s Day when I walked out of my hotel in Dublin in the middle of a snowstorm. “First time it’s snowed on St. Patty’s Day in 16 years,” I overheard a police officer say as I squeezed by in my green and orange wig. Nevertheless, the sidewalks were a teeming sea of green as hordes of people clung to light poles, statues, and whatever else they could to find the perfect view as their green glasses, boas, and leprechaun hats dangled from their heads.
I soon found myself on the International Media bus, which led the parade through the middle of Dublin following none other than Saint Patrick himself, who greeted nearly every person who came out that day. Occasionally, the bus would come to a stop and someone in the cheering audience would exploit a lull to shout out, “Who are you?”…and I would simply smile back and wave, because I didn’t have the heart to respond,”I’m nobody!”