Dan, you really do need to lighten up.
Did one little letter that was critical of the Journal’s window decorations get your undies all bunched up? So much so that, except for a small 51 word paragraph, you devoted your entire March 11 column to a rant about those obnoxious, pugnacious, hard drinking, politically corrupt Irish. Ouch. Did those rough South Side Irish boys pick on you in high school? Were you getting even? Or were you just having some kind of male menopause or bad hair day? What ever. In writing that column you reveal, Dan, The Reluctant Irishman, who doesn’t seem like much fun.
Your writings have often struck me as those written by a rather sad, angry little man. Now I know why.