We’re on, close to the eve of St. Patrick’s Day, I thought of a quote, some of you heard me quote many times, a fellow I admire very much who passed away not long ago, a poet named Seamus Heaney. He wrote a poem called the Cure at Troy.

Then, at the end, he declared that, just as James Joyce said that Dublin would be written on his heart when he died, so Delaware would be written on his.

As the small crowd munched Delaware-themed hors-d’oeuvres, he began by saying that he felt like Tom Sawyer, listening to people talk at his own funeral.

He has, like O’Rourke and Buttigieg, listed Ulysses by James Joyce among his favorites in the past.