St. Patrick’s Day scares me a helluva lot more than Halloween. Especially this year, my 75 th St.Patrick’s Day. My wife, the lovely Mary, and I live in Senior Housing. It’s economical and functional with an indoor parking garage that comes in mighty handy for Chicago winters.

We’ve lived here for almost four years and it’s been pretty good; once we got rid of the “Nurse Ratched” building manager. Don’t ask.

But I had quite a scare the other night. Man I was spooked. I live on the top, fifth floor of our building and both elevators conked out. We weren’t counting on doing a lot of “stair work” but we had no choice. And there was a very good chance that we all risked a “grabber” climbing those stairs.

So yeah, I’m scared….I could croak…but even worse. I could miss St. Patrick’s Day fer feck’s sake! And of course THAT is unacceptable.