COTTonLINE pauses to wish all readers a happy and (relatively) sober St. Patrick's Day. In our corner of northern California, it has been a warm, beautiful green and blue day - green hillsides and blue skies - absolute shirtsleeves weather of the sort St. Paddy would have seldom experienced in Ireland, even in summer.
Here is a piece of St. Patrick's Day trivia. The university at which the other DrC and I professed for all those years got tired of its students drinking themselves to death, or nearly so, and switched their spring break (formerly Easter vacation) so it always is the March week that includes the 17th.
Now if one of our students drinks him or herself to death while honoring St. Paddy, they've done it on their own or their parents' time, not on the university's watch. As you can imagine, the local bars are not amused.
