It's that infamous time of year in the Hostess City when everyone, no matter who your people are, becomes Irish for a day. Since I met and married a bonafide Savannahian, my life has never been the same. On March 17, each year, come rain or shine, we will don our green and orange, raise our glasses, pack our picnic baskets, and join the hundreds of thousands of others in the Spanish moss-covered oak tree city of Savannah, Georgia.