Today will mark the very first St. Patrick’s Day that my wife Pat and I will be enjoying our corned beef n’ cabbage (and, of course, a glass of Guinness or two) by ourselves - with no bagpipers, and no Irish step dancers (like our granddaughter Meghan, who just returned from a competition in Killarney, Ireland). We now sit comfortably, for today mind you, while watching our entire world outside, as we knew it, go to hell in a hand basket.