My wild Irish rolls
Not one drop of Irish blood runs through my body, but every year on St. Patrick's Day, I am Irish. My desire to be Irish began during my grade school days in a St. Paul suburb where the teachers advised their students that only those who were Irish could wear green. The others must wear orange. That meant no fluffy little green shamrock pin for me.
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