Re: wearin' of the orange
I must be one of the few. My mom would get so angry at an Irish day. She was, you know, the Orange.
LOL! I'd have to wear at least a little bit of green at school, but I'd have to hide it until I got somewhere near. I remember times walking the halls, without some Green, and got pinched so many times. Some of those pinches were painful, too.
So, I had a little green pin and a green hairband that I could hide to get out of the house.
It is a dear and lovely disposition, and a most valuable one, that can brush away indignities and discourtesies and seek and find the pleasanter features of an experience.