It's the Southside Irish Parade day, today, in Chicago. It's a damp and clammy day, with no sun to speak of and no cheer to offer for those who attend.
Except, perhaps, for the warming cheer of a toddy or two. Or a Guinness. Of course, all public drinking is now verboten - in order to keep the parade safe for families (kiddees, especially) - in order to prevent public urination and other rowdy behavior. And the bars are closed.
There was an interview on television - a young woman was asked what she missed about the "old" parade. She said, "Getting rowdy. Having fun."
This from a woman (early thirties, I would guess) who may one day be a mother to children, if she isn't already.
I wonder how she'll raise her kids.
In the face of all the hell that parade brought to that neighborhood, every year, I wonder how she can say that.