The real green shoots of recovery
* The national day is almost upon us. Some time ago I was overseas for March 17 and through the fog of green beer and tinsel shamrocks, I began to wonder about what would make Ireland a better place.
As a little fella, I was taught to say hello to everyone; I was told not to look on people as a means to an end, not stepping stones to be jumped on for advancement, but as brothers and sisters in a bigger family.
Naive, wimpish twaddle, many will agree... especially in a world where self-esteem is measured by bank balances, the car you drive or where you live.