Hope everyone, Irish or not, has a pleasant St. Patrick's Day. Having once been married to a man named Francis Joseph O'Brien this was a big holiday in our house. I can remember going to the Ancient Order of Hibernians on Southfield Road in Detroit and hitting the bars on Michigan Avenue. Sometimes I think our two daughters only relate to their Irish heritage and have forgotten I also made a contribution genetically speaking. Of course, I was never as much fun as their Dad. There's always something magical when Irish eyes are smiling.