the first mr. summerfield was a toddler when his mother left his father in ireland bringing with her her son and daughter and settled in chicago. when i first met him, i was editing my secretary's niece school book report on james joyce's "ulysses". he told me it was kismet because he was irish. i told him that book gave me grief in high school and he promised me he would never give me grief if i would go out to dinner with him. because the old country was largely a catholic country, i knew about st. patrick's day, but only when i met john did i know that st. paddy is ireland's patron saint.
Good story about the first Mr. Hope he didn't give you much grief. The shamrock makes me think of casinos and gambling for some reason. Perhaps it appears to be made up of light bulbs.
