It’s St. Patrick’s Day in Chicago, and JB Pritzker is on a boat cruising down the city’s green-dyed river. An icy breeze whips beer cans across the deck as the Illinois governor takes a swig of Redbreast whiskey from a flask offered to him by a bagpiper. Weaving through the crowd, he mingles with the tipsy guests, talking housing policy with a visiting Irish diplomat, joking that they don’t make kilts in his size, and chatting up the members of the holiday parade court. Even here on the party