When I moved to Vancouver Island in 1996, I was surprised and disappointed by the lack of enthusiasm Islanders had for St. Patrick’s Day.
I remember asking my coworkers at the time what their plans for “Paddy’s Day” were, as it’s affectionately called in my home town of St. John’s, Newfoundland.
They regarded me with quizzical looks and said the plan was to go to work, like every other work day, and then head home for supper.
That
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