A very happy Presidents Day to our kinda-newish Irish Fest president Bernard F. Walsh. We only have one year terms for our presidents so this being the only one he gets, I hope you'll join me and offer up your good wishes. Next year, he'll be a nobody, a has-been, a bum. A loser, washed up, a phantom. A shattered, broken man desperately clinging to past glories and better days, the memories of which will quickly fade like a construction paper shamrock left in the sun too long. Not that I know what that's like, as a former president myself.
So let him have this, will ya?
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