You grow up an O’Rourke, you know that St. Patrick’s day ranks right up there with Christmas, Easter and ice fishing season. For many years, my family traveled to northern Wisconsin to celebrate the most sacred of green beer holidays. We would spend the weekend at Uncle Kevin’s cabin, listening to The Chieftans and Van Morrison. Saturday was the pinnacle of festivities, the famous St. Patty’s Day Parade. We froze our ¼ Irish hinies off to grab candy, Mardi Gras beads, and other “Imported from China, not County Clare” baubles.