St. Pat's Day

      Traditionally a day where one is supposed to cut skill and hop a train or bus to go see in the St. Patrick's Day Parade in New York City. I can't say that I ever did this, despite my Irish roots. When we are young it is often times the mere act of contemplating something as forbidden as honoring this holiday with a bold act, which makes for pleasant memories. St. Pats Day in NYC is a raucous day filled with high-spirited parade goers and plenty of alcohol. I have attended a few in my adulthood and they were more than colorful enough in terms of the acts/hijinxs done to honor the holiday. I am sure that kids today at RHS are going through the same thought process that generations before them did. Whether they actually do the deed of ditching school for the bright lights of Broadway is another story. What is important are the stories they tell to one another and tell of one another. These same stories will be told again throughout their lives whenever they get together with fellow alumni. As is usually the case the dramatic events will be in hindsight even more so, and the fear they felt about any potential punishment will be long forgotten, as it should be.