It was great craic altogether at our St. Patrick's Day event. Emer Martin directed satire, verbal magic, and invective against all points of the compass. Eanlai Cronin read poems about a convent girlhood and leaning back into the traditions she ran from, and sang a traditional Irish song in B flat. Michael Sheahan made the Americans squirm with his fine Irish sex scene. Alan O'Gorman told of gentrification in Cork and a ghoulish neighbor. Colm O' Riain, our incomparable guest MC, played diasporic fiddle tunes, put Irish history in international perspective, and read some 1930s Gaelic urban fiction by Barra O'Caochlaigh.