I've had some memorable St. Patrick's Days. The earliest I can remember is from when I was in kindergarten at Emerson Elementary in Warren, and the teachers did the old leprechaun-in-the-classroom trick. We came back from gym to find our backpacks ransacked, our coats strewn asunder. Our teacher, in what we later deduced was mock surprise, exclaimed that the culprit was escaping out of the window, and ran across the room to catch him. A (fake) struggle ensued, and she returned with A TINY BLACK BUCKLED SHOE. Irrefutable evidence of leprechauns. They just can't resist messing with kids' backpacks. Or being badly portrayed in movies.