Again, not to repeat and repeat, but why are you here? Maybe cut back on guzzling the Guinness and look on other departments on this web site for literally dozens and dozens of even more-than-just-daily updates on the local scene as it involves topics that start with instant-all-things-Irish and how its influencing their hallowed holiday — and all the events that are still on will be described here in detail and lots of them so you can pick — moving on to literally hundreds of snippets on the impact of the virus sticking to topics concerning this web site, and lots of these, that you can only find here. Virus views going virtually viral? Close. And gosh, even very soon on this now vacant department heading . And speaking of departments, you will get a partial breakdown of topics tackled as soon as they merit Being There. May the wind be at your back, unless its carrying something nasty.

What you expect more? You just have to wait for these stack of stories, but if you’re Lucky, and that’s what we’re thinking, it will only be an hour or two before it really starts to hit, not on Irish-style time. After all, if people have the patience and fortitude to get through the potato famine and other really big headaches that are like the ones you wind up with too much Irish whiskey, and they can still believe in a future including a Pot O’ Gold, they don’t mind walking to the pub for a bit until the news comes out, and you know, they might even have some of that walk come their way along the way by meeting up with a leprechaun. Me think’s the Irish don’t  deal with deadline devotion, rather of course, other types. See I  gave you something anyway, even though it may not carry quite the same punch as a good ol’ Guinness.

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